Semi-Daily Scribbles

You tell tales of every make and model because you must. If you don't, the earth will devour you like a pack of Nutty Bars made with love by Diminutive Deborah. Be the author of your own life. Write every day and/or night to gain insight. Right? The thing that takes up all the space in the middle of the room. You made it. A creation that came out of nowhere but slowly took root in the cordoned off area of which you are scared shitless: THE SUBCONSCIOUS MIND. So take heart, eat dessert, and don't let the SOBs get ya down. Hey, it's still art even if no one picks it up to lick it or kick it. Life goes on …