In which I describe the month of February as a "fucker":

Sometimes, when I'm feeling kind of unfocused and a bit too high-energy, I'll burn some of it by automatic drawing instead of something more demanding. It sure produces some weird stuff. Eldritch, pointless devices, cloud formations in hell, landscapes of ill repute, that sort of unclassifiable stuff of passing idle thoughts and meaningless frantic energy.

Last month was a fucker, wasn't it? Everybody bitching at each other and themselves, loved ones and trees collapsing, plus the weather was just lovely. We survived, maybe. Group hug.

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In which I describe the month of February as a "fucker":

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