This is How it Starts.

2:50 a.m.
Art Matters class at 9 a.m. today.

Loving him makes me free. Riding in his pickup truck down the dusty road of Don's ranch, I look at him and can't help smiling. He looks cute in his PBR cap, and his blue eyes fixated on the horizon pull me in, his lips attract me and I desire him; all the time, I want him. And I have him. A rush of glee gives me goosebumps. I am drawn to him...so this is what I draw.


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It is time for me to log off. This light is burning -- my eyes are tired. My color grid is unfinished; I will finish it tomorrow. I must go to sleep before the crooks come out to play. Goodnight Murdermore.