Imagine you and I are having coffee together in the sun. We would tell one another other stories. Have giggles. Most stories here are observations and accounts of certian bemusing events in the days of an artist. Events I wish to remember and think may amuse you too. The illustrations I drew. The protagonists are real. Should you have a coffee time story to share, write it back to me.Now if you are ready for a break, get a coffee, draw a chair, let me tell you what happened the other day :
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Tuesday, 3 May 2016
Bring kidnaped.
actuly I love the feeling. Someone wants me bad enough to kidnap me from prevous plans. This time it was sailors again. I have a weekenes for sailors it seems, else wouldn't have marired one. But its midnight, I am trying to paint, having been kidnaped by sailors for the last 20 hours and had drunk lush vine, and ate lush foods, and am truly toxicated,thjus painting is a feat, but , I still paint , hello to all those awake out there ... help me
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