Throb

You complete my heart

Ad finitum

Tickling out ideas is work. Writing songs is work. Making movies, work. Cartooning, writing, romancing: work. Fun, beautiful, delicious and enchanting work.

Unfortunately most of what I do is manage entropy. Record, explore, dream, iterate, reiterate, dream again. Breathe, eat, drink, rinse, repeat. Quit something, start something, make something better. Fix it. Stir up trouble. Get pregnant, give birth and kill the little prick before he can tarnish my self esteem. Meet someone wonderful, fall for them, show them myself in little bits and pieces and make the best happen if I can. Listen. Enjoy myself. Ad finitum.