Apparently,
I write better than I draw.
Thats the ultimate compliment,
the overpoweringly orangely garishly pungent marigold garland of policitian fame,
for a writer.
No problem.
Very flattered, thenks.
Except that I'm supposed to well
be a designer
an artist
sometimes a lost cause
other times just a visual person.
Apparently,
I can draw better pictures with words.
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