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Many team-ups don’t go off ° Maybe cringing maybe scoff

If you are illuminati ° Instinct says: Avoid John Gotti

So it is with gears to shift ° Some we must assign short shrift

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The prompt for today is Wild, so the drawing style is scribbly and there’s a full moon. Shadowy, stealthy stuff is happening. The artist didn’t stay within the lines. The Beast.

Wild Life

We oft leaveComfort for Thrill

Itch to grow claws & folliculi

Long for Jehovah teed off

Deliver us an Evil Spree

First off, apologies to John Legend. I was sketching you, John, but the unforgiving ink snuck in a generous portion of Steve Harvey. This is a misfire, John. You don’t look like this. I will do a better portrait of you, John, when I go back to pencil.

The three-liner of an acrostic poem includes an inside joke that only one person on Earth will “get.” And we will keep it that way.

Leg/End

Legend: Airy Vivienne

Entered–Gary said amen

Got a Fairy Tale? Hit Send

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Long ago, in a century adjacent to our own, I put food on the table of my tiny family by creating, enhancing, and updating Excel spreadsheets for a hospital system known then as Samaritan Health Services. They paid me about three times what I am making now, and in more-potent 20th-century dollars. Nevertheless, I sleep better at night now than I did then. Part of that insomnia was due to Imposter Syndrome, part was Breadwinner’s Burden, and part was the inability to forget about the job in my off-hours. But now I think of that time as vital and productive, and I’m grateful for the insight it gave me into the labyrinthine workings of the financial side of “healthcare.” I did this page with a generous dose of nostalgia.

Spread Sheets

Suspend a disbelief the Moo-cow moos • Present a spirit willing in the flesh • Repeal the laws that make us always lose • Encapsulate a Babe & build a creche • And THEN you’ll pass this arbitrary test • Designed to turn your whole notes into rests

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No poem today, Friends, but a few “making of” notes. The prompt is Overgrown, and it made me think of a big baby, and then a baby impossibly big, and then the worst parenting chore made even worse. So I found royalty-free stock images of a seated, diapered baby and a forklift. (A crane would be more useful but less visually feasible.) Drew everything with a ultra-fine tipped pen that was running out of ink. Scanned and realized the midtones needed to be darkened to the fullest extent of the law, but that would destroy the pleasing midgray of the sketchbook surround, so I made a copy of the image and darkened it in MS Office 2010, then went to Paint and manually fixed up the lettering some and then copied the page area only, then while still in Paint opened the original and pasted the page interior, which effectively erased the wishy-washy original drawing but preserved the gentle background.

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Simple truth: tobacco destroys healthiness.

If you smoke, you have my sympathy. It is harder to kick the smoking habit than the heroin habit, hands down. But please try. It is a fine gift for your lovers, family, friends, and YOURSELF to stop.

There’s all kinds of help out there, too. You’ll be amazed what shows up when you do a search on “help with quitting.”

Love and good luck, my friend. And if you’re thinking “I will when I’m ready,” news flash: You are ready NOW.