Pen time.

Pen time.

You know it.

It’s pen time. You know, when the pen is in charge. The pen is in charge. There’s no plan. No pre-concieved idea. Just the pen, on the paper, shedding ink. It makes pictures. This time it made a picture of itself. And wrote about it. THREE TIMES. Narcissist.

And then it drew a tree.

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