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Maple in space digital brush practice (traditional inks)
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The dead cold emptiness of space is not nearly as freezing as a half-heated burrito in the microwave
Keep those hands up Dick Belding. High where everyone can see them. The only one not smiling is going to become a porn star and stab a man in a bar the day after x-mas.
What am I doing here???
I found a picture of a prince in a book here in the library. It was so like my Westley that I cried. And then the professor caught me and gave me a whole book’s worth of homework to do--by tomorrow!!! Seriously, what’s a woman to do if she can’t cry her way out of situations?
The Prince is angry with me now too. I showed him the picture in a fit of tears and he just ripped it out of the book and told me to stop being a baby. (Apparently he thinks picture books and fairy stories are for babies.) Now I’m locked in here (the library) until I’ve written an essay on the pointlessness of crying as a means of manipulation. Fine then, if I can’t cry maybe I can faint. It worked for the lady in Yonec.
(I can’t believe I’m still thinking about that poem. I didn’t even understand half of it.)
If I could run away right now I’d do it. But there’s no Westley to run to and the prince would just hunt me, the great hunter that he is, and I would be doomed and dragged back here and locked up with the evil taskmaster and told to act like a princess. Maybe I should make good use of one of the prince’s daggers...