In the end I didn’t get to do any of the things that I wanted to. Instead I drew hundreds and hundreds of teeny tiny dashes using a ruler. Now my eyes have gone funny.
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Just stay out of jail and off the meats. Did the tiny dashes help? I was thinking that art is like a way to poop out bad chemicals and other badness. Once, in meditation class, the monk taught us to mindfully colour in, it was amazing.