Poem: "I Do What I Do Because I Want To"
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ysabetwordsmithThis poem is spillover from the March 7, 2023 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired and sponsored by Anthony Barrette. It also fills the "Paint" square in my 3-1-23 card for the March Is... Bingo fest. This poem belongs to the Shiv thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.
"I Do What I Do Because I Want To"
[September 3, 2016]
Shiv's phone rang while
he was washing dishes.
Hastily wiping his hands on
his pants, he said, "What's up?"
"Hi, Shiv," said Pavo. "We're having
an art party today to make beach cards,
but we're down a couple people due to
schedule issues, so I'm trying to scare up
some replacements. You interested?"
"Yeah, that sounds fun," he said,
then looked down at his wet pants.
"I need a few minutes to change."
"No problem, I just got a text from
another guy, you're gonna love him,"
Pavo said. "I'll see you in about
fifteen or twenty minutes."
"Great, and thanks for
thinking of me," Shiv said.
He grabbed a pair of graffiti jeans,
since those already had paint splatters
all over them. Then he looked for
a T-shirt and picked one with
paintbrushes above the line,
Choose your weapon.
He ran a brush through
his hair so he didn't look like
something the cat dragged in.
In the kitchen, he opened
a lighthouse tin and filled it with
Peppermint Mocha Protein Fudge.
Shiv was just sealing the tin
when Pavo landed on the rug.
"Your tip, and I couldn't fit
the whole batch in there, so
here's a few extra pieces
for the road," Shiv said.
Pavo scarfed down
the extra fudge, then
offered Shiv his elbow.
"Okay, we're going to
a place called Art Seeds,"
said Pavo. "It's run by
a couple friends of mine.
They sell new and thrifted
art supplies and houseplants.
There's a classroom in back
of the plant side, which is
where we'll be working."
"I'm good to go," Shiv said,
and Pavo whisked them away.
They landed in front of a store
with two big windows. Sure enough,
one had plants and the other art stuff.
Pavo tried to hustle past the plants,
but Shiv immediately got distracted.
The plants were gorgeous -- it
looked like a jungle in there --
but most of them were bigger
than he really had room for.
"Oh hey, do you guys have
any succulents?" Shiv asked
the dude behind the counter.
"Right over there," he said,
pointing to a display that
leaned against one wall.
Over a dozen wooden crates
held succulents in small pots.
Shiv hummed happily as he
picked out several of them
in delicate shades of pink
and blue, then one with
a different shape that was
almost white, and last of all
a spiky green one for contrast.
When he got home, he could
find a desert pot to put them in.
"I had no idea that you were
a plant person," Pavo muttered.
"What can I say, I like to draw and
they have interesting shapes," Shiv said
as he rang up his purchases and got
them packed into a smaller crate.
"Now that's out of the way -- Shiv,
this is my friend Bao who owns
Art Seeds, and his sister Mai
is the manager. Guys, this is
Shiv, he's a graffiti artist."
"Oh, you found another one?"
Mai said, grinning. "I bet
Daevin will love him!"
What was with them
and love all of a sudden?
But then Shiv spotted
the black kid trying to hide
behind the potted plants,
and yeah, he knew that feel.
"Daevin, this is my friend Shiv,
he does street art just like you do,"
Pavo said. "You wanna say hi?"
Shiv took in the skittish stance
and the burly shoulders straining
at the sleeves of the old hoodie,
and said, "Don't worry about it, I'm
not much of a people person either."
A smile flickered across the dark face,
gone almost as soon as it appeared.
"Come on back to the classroom,"
Bao said, beckoning to them.
"Calla's setting it up for us."
The woman piling art supplies
onto the tables was big and tall.
"Hi, I'm Calla Cassatt, I make
arts and crafts for a living."
"I'm Shiv," he said. "I do
some art and uh ... other stuff."
"He's selling himself short,"
Pavo said heartlessly. "Shiv
invented Slash That Shit."
"Oh wow, that's awesome,"
Calla said, grinning at them.
Meanwhile Daevin was whispering,
omigosh omigosh under his breath,
clearly trying to keep his cool.
"And Shiv, if you'd come into
town the usual way, you'd have
seen a piece of Daevin's too,"
Pavo said. "He painted heaven
all over the main overpass there,
with a beach volleyball scene."
"Impressive," Shiv agreed.
Anything that high up was
hard to reach, especially if
you didn't have someone like
Climaco to fly you up there.
The other person in the room
had wild hair of blue and purple,
and came over to hug Pavo.
"Shiv, this is Razz, a member
of my cohort," said Pavo. "Ey
is genderqueer, like Halley,
and works as an activist."
"I totally love Slash That Shit,
it's brilliant," said Razz, not at all
as shy as Daevin seemed to be.
"Thanks," said Shiv, wondering
if he could capture the vibrant colors
of Razz's hair with creme pastels.
"Today's theme is beach art,
so I put out supplies for that, but
you can do whatever you want,
really," Calla said, waving a hand
at the generous spread of supplies.
There were neat stacks of cardstock,
colored paper, watercolors and pens,
embellishments like metal brads and
string, a bunch of Paletta media,
and all sorts of real beach things
like washed sand and seashells.
There was even a caddy of
spray cans along with doodads
for manipulating the paint.
It made Shiv's fingers itch
to touch everything, but that
was okay -- that was the point.
He felt glad that Dr. G had
hinted and nudged and coaxed
until Shiv finally sampled some of
the art classes and workshops,
because damn, this was fun.
"Have you ever made cards
before?" Calla asked him.
"Uhh ..." Shiv said slowly.
Most of the time in school, he'd
been stuck watching while all of
the other kids got to play with
scissors and glue that he wasn't
allowed to touch because he'd
make trouble from scratch.
More recently, he'd done a few
with the Finns or in craft classes,
but nothing as fancy as this looked.
"That's okay," said Calla. "You can
make it as simple or as fancy as you like.
I just thought I'd mention, in case you're
new to this -- if you want to make layers,
try to think modular so you can work
on one thing while another dries."
"That sounds smart," Shiv said,
wishing he'd seen a video of it.
"Well, you can watch me if you like,"
Calla offered. "I'm going to make
a watercolor background, then
put paper quilling on top of that."
Oh, so that's what the basket
of thin paper ribbons was for.
"I'm going for the Paletta,"
Shiv said. "Do a bit of beach
with that, and then ... those brads
look like rivets, maybe a porthole?"
"Sure, that'll work, we've got
paper frames," Mai said, pointing.
Shiv took a frame so he could
measure the amount of beach that
he needed to paint, then got to work.
The Paletta grit was familiar now,
and easy to sweep into a sandy beach
under an aquamarine sky with birds.
Mai seemed to be covering her card
with genuine sand across the bottom.
Pavo had gone straight to watercolors,
while Bao was starting with pen and ink
to draw a lighthouse above his beach.
Razz had an art pen too, but seemed
to be just doodling on the card with it.
Daevin was making an underpainting
with efficient sweeps of his hand.
As Shiv watched, Calla finished
her watercolor background, just
a swath of sand and water and sky
dotted with a few birds and plants.
"I'm about to start rolling quills,"
she said. "Have you thought about
a background for your porthole?"
"Maybe boards?" Shiv said.
"Boats are made of wood, right?"
"They can be," Mai said. "We've
got some cool woodgrain tools here.
Don't worry if you wreck a few pages
learning how to make the patterns,
everyone does that at first."
Shiv was soon fascinated by
the process of woodgraining.
There were cards already
coated with a base layer,
so all Shiv had to do was
apply the Woodstock gel and
then drag the tools through it
to create the desired pattern.
Mai was right, it took a while
to get the hang of it, but once
Shiv did, it was mesmerizing.
Pavo had his beach and water
done, and was starting on the grass.
Razz was sorting through baskets
of beach glass, seashells, and pebbles.
Bao had moved on to watercolor, while
Mai was tearing strips of blue paper
to glue over the sand on her card.
Calla was still rolling strips of paper.
Daevin had shaded in the sky
and the water, and was starting
to add birds with quick flicks
of paint over a slit card.
Shiv checked his beach,
but the paint was still damp.
Creme pastels took time to dry.
Inspired by the supplies, he
rummaged through a basket
of precut paper shapes to find
seashells, flowers, and an anchor.
Carefully he applied textures and
details with more Paletta media,
then set them aside to dry.
Razz had made eir selections
and was starting to lay pebbles
along the bottom of eir card.
Calla finished rolling her quills
and began putting them together.
Checking again, Shiv found that
his beach had dried, so he could
assemble the porthole pieces.
Then he realized that the wood
looked too new, and groaned.
"Problem?" Calla asked lightly.
"Boats usually look more weathered
than this woodgrain," Shiv explained.
"Want to learn some distressing techniques?"
Calla offered. "Those can be fun to do,
and they'll make it look weathered."
Shiv excelled at distressing techniques,
though not necessarily in art. "Sure."
"First, pick out a darker backing,
like brown or navy blue," said Calla.
"You'll fasten your woodgrain card
to that later to give it stability."
Shiv picked brown. "Now what?"
"Pick at the edges, rough 'em up
a bit, so they look old," she said.
Shiv was good at fidgeting, all right,
and had no trouble tearing up the edges.
"Last step, get some brown paste from
the distressing kit, load just the tip of
a dry brush, and go over the very edge
of the woodgrain," Calla instructed.
Shiv followed her directions, and
wow, that really did the trick.
Then he assembled the card,
using brads to hold it together.
He added the seashells, flowers,
and anchor, then some string that
looked like rope and a little tag
tied on that read, Just for you.
The card turned out better than
Shiv had expected. His painting
really looked like a beach, and
the embellishments added charm.
He hoped Dr. G would like it.
Pavo was just setting his painting
to dry. He had done the path to
the beach from his house, with
tufts of grass leaning over the sand.
Calla's card actually looked a lot
like it, but with two Adirondack chairs,
plants, and birds of quilled paper.
Bao had finished his lighthouse,
and Mai's card had tiny sandals
glued on top of the sand just where
the water was about to lap over them.
Daevin was bouncing spray paint
against a piece of cardboard to make
starbursts in the sky of his card.
"Sweet technique," Shiv said.
"Uh, thanks," Daevin said,
ducking his head. Probably
he was blushing too. Yikes.
"I find this stuff relaxing when
my life gets ... uh, life-ish."
Yeah, Shiv could totally
relate to that experience.
Razz had turned sea glass
into flowers and a lone shell
into a snail, both resting on
rows of rounded beach pebbles.
At the bottom corners were two bits
of white seashell, touched with purple,
that looked almost familiar somehow.
"Is that wampum?" Shiv said suddenly.
"Same shell, but not cut into beads,"
Razz said, "so actually, yes and no.
You recognize it? I thought you
were from inland, Pavo mentioned."
"Yeah, but I like to hang out at
powwows," said Shiv. "Folks
come in from all over the place.
I've seen easterners wearing it."
"You made a great porthole,
and the woodgrain looks
realistic too," said Razz.
"And it's his first time
making a layered card,
I think," said Calla. "He
beat me on learning speed."
"Don't look at me, I still can't
do the woodgrain trick," Bao said.
"I'll stick to pen and watercolor."
"Daevin's good at art too, he's
doing spray paint and that stuff
is way harder to control," Shiv said.
"I don't think of myself as making art,"
Daevin said slowly. "I do what I do
because I want to, because painting
is the best way I've found to get along
with myself. That's all there is to it."
"Yeah," Shiv said. "I feel that way too."
It was beautiful, though, whether you
called it art or a coping mechanism.
All the cards were gorgeous,
even though the artists used
different techniques to make them
and none really came out the same.
But then that was the point of art --
you could make whatever you liked.
A sidelong glance showed that Daevin
was still admiring Shiv's card, in fact.
Sometimes, maybe, you could make
new friends along the way, too.
It still felt strange to realize that
he sort of liked Daevin, would even
enjoy spending time with him again.
Shiv wasn't used to that, even now
after spending a few years with
people who didn't totally suck.
He wasn't sure he'd ever really
get used to things like this.
That was okay, though.
Life was like painting --
you couldn't squeeze it
too hard or it would just
squirt everywhere.
You had to let it flow.
* * *
Notes:
This poem is long, so its character, setting, and content notes appear separately.
"I Do What I Do Because I Want To"
[September 3, 2016]
Shiv's phone rang while
he was washing dishes.
Hastily wiping his hands on
his pants, he said, "What's up?"
"Hi, Shiv," said Pavo. "We're having
an art party today to make beach cards,
but we're down a couple people due to
schedule issues, so I'm trying to scare up
some replacements. You interested?"
"Yeah, that sounds fun," he said,
then looked down at his wet pants.
"I need a few minutes to change."
"No problem, I just got a text from
another guy, you're gonna love him,"
Pavo said. "I'll see you in about
fifteen or twenty minutes."
"Great, and thanks for
thinking of me," Shiv said.
He grabbed a pair of graffiti jeans,
since those already had paint splatters
all over them. Then he looked for
a T-shirt and picked one with
paintbrushes above the line,
Choose your weapon.
He ran a brush through
his hair so he didn't look like
something the cat dragged in.
In the kitchen, he opened
a lighthouse tin and filled it with
Peppermint Mocha Protein Fudge.
Shiv was just sealing the tin
when Pavo landed on the rug.
"Your tip, and I couldn't fit
the whole batch in there, so
here's a few extra pieces
for the road," Shiv said.
Pavo scarfed down
the extra fudge, then
offered Shiv his elbow.
"Okay, we're going to
a place called Art Seeds,"
said Pavo. "It's run by
a couple friends of mine.
They sell new and thrifted
art supplies and houseplants.
There's a classroom in back
of the plant side, which is
where we'll be working."
"I'm good to go," Shiv said,
and Pavo whisked them away.
They landed in front of a store
with two big windows. Sure enough,
one had plants and the other art stuff.
Pavo tried to hustle past the plants,
but Shiv immediately got distracted.
The plants were gorgeous -- it
looked like a jungle in there --
but most of them were bigger
than he really had room for.
"Oh hey, do you guys have
any succulents?" Shiv asked
the dude behind the counter.
"Right over there," he said,
pointing to a display that
leaned against one wall.
Over a dozen wooden crates
held succulents in small pots.
Shiv hummed happily as he
picked out several of them
in delicate shades of pink
and blue, then one with
a different shape that was
almost white, and last of all
a spiky green one for contrast.
When he got home, he could
find a desert pot to put them in.
"I had no idea that you were
a plant person," Pavo muttered.
"What can I say, I like to draw and
they have interesting shapes," Shiv said
as he rang up his purchases and got
them packed into a smaller crate.
"Now that's out of the way -- Shiv,
this is my friend Bao who owns
Art Seeds, and his sister Mai
is the manager. Guys, this is
Shiv, he's a graffiti artist."
"Oh, you found another one?"
Mai said, grinning. "I bet
Daevin will love him!"
What was with them
and love all of a sudden?
But then Shiv spotted
the black kid trying to hide
behind the potted plants,
and yeah, he knew that feel.
"Daevin, this is my friend Shiv,
he does street art just like you do,"
Pavo said. "You wanna say hi?"
Shiv took in the skittish stance
and the burly shoulders straining
at the sleeves of the old hoodie,
and said, "Don't worry about it, I'm
not much of a people person either."
A smile flickered across the dark face,
gone almost as soon as it appeared.
"Come on back to the classroom,"
Bao said, beckoning to them.
"Calla's setting it up for us."
The woman piling art supplies
onto the tables was big and tall.
"Hi, I'm Calla Cassatt, I make
arts and crafts for a living."
"I'm Shiv," he said. "I do
some art and uh ... other stuff."
"He's selling himself short,"
Pavo said heartlessly. "Shiv
invented Slash That Shit."
"Oh wow, that's awesome,"
Calla said, grinning at them.
Meanwhile Daevin was whispering,
omigosh omigosh under his breath,
clearly trying to keep his cool.
"And Shiv, if you'd come into
town the usual way, you'd have
seen a piece of Daevin's too,"
Pavo said. "He painted heaven
all over the main overpass there,
with a beach volleyball scene."
"Impressive," Shiv agreed.
Anything that high up was
hard to reach, especially if
you didn't have someone like
Climaco to fly you up there.
The other person in the room
had wild hair of blue and purple,
and came over to hug Pavo.
"Shiv, this is Razz, a member
of my cohort," said Pavo. "Ey
is genderqueer, like Halley,
and works as an activist."
"I totally love Slash That Shit,
it's brilliant," said Razz, not at all
as shy as Daevin seemed to be.
"Thanks," said Shiv, wondering
if he could capture the vibrant colors
of Razz's hair with creme pastels.
"Today's theme is beach art,
so I put out supplies for that, but
you can do whatever you want,
really," Calla said, waving a hand
at the generous spread of supplies.
There were neat stacks of cardstock,
colored paper, watercolors and pens,
embellishments like metal brads and
string, a bunch of Paletta media,
and all sorts of real beach things
like washed sand and seashells.
There was even a caddy of
spray cans along with doodads
for manipulating the paint.
It made Shiv's fingers itch
to touch everything, but that
was okay -- that was the point.
He felt glad that Dr. G had
hinted and nudged and coaxed
until Shiv finally sampled some of
the art classes and workshops,
because damn, this was fun.
"Have you ever made cards
before?" Calla asked him.
"Uhh ..." Shiv said slowly.
Most of the time in school, he'd
been stuck watching while all of
the other kids got to play with
scissors and glue that he wasn't
allowed to touch because he'd
make trouble from scratch.
More recently, he'd done a few
with the Finns or in craft classes,
but nothing as fancy as this looked.
"That's okay," said Calla. "You can
make it as simple or as fancy as you like.
I just thought I'd mention, in case you're
new to this -- if you want to make layers,
try to think modular so you can work
on one thing while another dries."
"That sounds smart," Shiv said,
wishing he'd seen a video of it.
"Well, you can watch me if you like,"
Calla offered. "I'm going to make
a watercolor background, then
put paper quilling on top of that."
Oh, so that's what the basket
of thin paper ribbons was for.
"I'm going for the Paletta,"
Shiv said. "Do a bit of beach
with that, and then ... those brads
look like rivets, maybe a porthole?"
"Sure, that'll work, we've got
paper frames," Mai said, pointing.
Shiv took a frame so he could
measure the amount of beach that
he needed to paint, then got to work.
The Paletta grit was familiar now,
and easy to sweep into a sandy beach
under an aquamarine sky with birds.
Mai seemed to be covering her card
with genuine sand across the bottom.
Pavo had gone straight to watercolors,
while Bao was starting with pen and ink
to draw a lighthouse above his beach.
Razz had an art pen too, but seemed
to be just doodling on the card with it.
Daevin was making an underpainting
with efficient sweeps of his hand.
As Shiv watched, Calla finished
her watercolor background, just
a swath of sand and water and sky
dotted with a few birds and plants.
"I'm about to start rolling quills,"
she said. "Have you thought about
a background for your porthole?"
"Maybe boards?" Shiv said.
"Boats are made of wood, right?"
"They can be," Mai said. "We've
got some cool woodgrain tools here.
Don't worry if you wreck a few pages
learning how to make the patterns,
everyone does that at first."
Shiv was soon fascinated by
the process of woodgraining.
There were cards already
coated with a base layer,
so all Shiv had to do was
apply the Woodstock gel and
then drag the tools through it
to create the desired pattern.
Mai was right, it took a while
to get the hang of it, but once
Shiv did, it was mesmerizing.
Pavo had his beach and water
done, and was starting on the grass.
Razz was sorting through baskets
of beach glass, seashells, and pebbles.
Bao had moved on to watercolor, while
Mai was tearing strips of blue paper
to glue over the sand on her card.
Calla was still rolling strips of paper.
Daevin had shaded in the sky
and the water, and was starting
to add birds with quick flicks
of paint over a slit card.
Shiv checked his beach,
but the paint was still damp.
Creme pastels took time to dry.
Inspired by the supplies, he
rummaged through a basket
of precut paper shapes to find
seashells, flowers, and an anchor.
Carefully he applied textures and
details with more Paletta media,
then set them aside to dry.
Razz had made eir selections
and was starting to lay pebbles
along the bottom of eir card.
Calla finished rolling her quills
and began putting them together.
Checking again, Shiv found that
his beach had dried, so he could
assemble the porthole pieces.
Then he realized that the wood
looked too new, and groaned.
"Problem?" Calla asked lightly.
"Boats usually look more weathered
than this woodgrain," Shiv explained.
"Want to learn some distressing techniques?"
Calla offered. "Those can be fun to do,
and they'll make it look weathered."
Shiv excelled at distressing techniques,
though not necessarily in art. "Sure."
"First, pick out a darker backing,
like brown or navy blue," said Calla.
"You'll fasten your woodgrain card
to that later to give it stability."
Shiv picked brown. "Now what?"
"Pick at the edges, rough 'em up
a bit, so they look old," she said.
Shiv was good at fidgeting, all right,
and had no trouble tearing up the edges.
"Last step, get some brown paste from
the distressing kit, load just the tip of
a dry brush, and go over the very edge
of the woodgrain," Calla instructed.
Shiv followed her directions, and
wow, that really did the trick.
Then he assembled the card,
using brads to hold it together.
He added the seashells, flowers,
and anchor, then some string that
looked like rope and a little tag
tied on that read, Just for you.
The card turned out better than
Shiv had expected. His painting
really looked like a beach, and
the embellishments added charm.
He hoped Dr. G would like it.
Pavo was just setting his painting
to dry. He had done the path to
the beach from his house, with
tufts of grass leaning over the sand.
Calla's card actually looked a lot
like it, but with two Adirondack chairs,
plants, and birds of quilled paper.
Bao had finished his lighthouse,
and Mai's card had tiny sandals
glued on top of the sand just where
the water was about to lap over them.
Daevin was bouncing spray paint
against a piece of cardboard to make
starbursts in the sky of his card.
"Sweet technique," Shiv said.
"Uh, thanks," Daevin said,
ducking his head. Probably
he was blushing too. Yikes.
"I find this stuff relaxing when
my life gets ... uh, life-ish."
Yeah, Shiv could totally
relate to that experience.
Razz had turned sea glass
into flowers and a lone shell
into a snail, both resting on
rows of rounded beach pebbles.
At the bottom corners were two bits
of white seashell, touched with purple,
that looked almost familiar somehow.
"Is that wampum?" Shiv said suddenly.
"Same shell, but not cut into beads,"
Razz said, "so actually, yes and no.
You recognize it? I thought you
were from inland, Pavo mentioned."
"Yeah, but I like to hang out at
powwows," said Shiv. "Folks
come in from all over the place.
I've seen easterners wearing it."
"You made a great porthole,
and the woodgrain looks
realistic too," said Razz.
"And it's his first time
making a layered card,
I think," said Calla. "He
beat me on learning speed."
"Don't look at me, I still can't
do the woodgrain trick," Bao said.
"I'll stick to pen and watercolor."
"Daevin's good at art too, he's
doing spray paint and that stuff
is way harder to control," Shiv said.
"I don't think of myself as making art,"
Daevin said slowly. "I do what I do
because I want to, because painting
is the best way I've found to get along
with myself. That's all there is to it."
"Yeah," Shiv said. "I feel that way too."
It was beautiful, though, whether you
called it art or a coping mechanism.
All the cards were gorgeous,
even though the artists used
different techniques to make them
and none really came out the same.
But then that was the point of art --
you could make whatever you liked.
A sidelong glance showed that Daevin
was still admiring Shiv's card, in fact.
Sometimes, maybe, you could make
new friends along the way, too.
It still felt strange to realize that
he sort of liked Daevin, would even
enjoy spending time with him again.
Shiv wasn't used to that, even now
after spending a few years with
people who didn't totally suck.
He wasn't sure he'd ever really
get used to things like this.
That was okay, though.
Life was like painting --
you couldn't squeeze it
too hard or it would just
squirt everywhere.
You had to let it flow.
* * *
Notes:
This poem is long, so its character, setting, and content notes appear separately.
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Date: 2023-04-23 10:07 pm (UTC)Also, "Shiv wasn't used that" I think you mean "used to that".
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Date: 2023-04-24 02:10 am (UTC)I dunno, you can worship art can't you? 😁
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Date: 2023-04-24 05:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2023-04-24 05:35 pm (UTC)It's not a big step from appreciation to worship, is it?
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Date: 2023-04-24 05:40 pm (UTC)I'm personally more on the wavelength of "worshiping with art", at least some of the time, than "worshiping the art".
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Date: 2023-04-25 02:32 am (UTC)Fixed!
Date: 2023-04-24 07:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2023-04-23 10:20 pm (UTC)Yay!
Date: 2023-04-24 07:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2023-04-23 11:09 pm (UTC)Nice one.
Thank you!
Date: 2023-04-24 12:38 am (UTC)