In my last ten minutes of internet tonight.

I want to write a story about an intergalactic creature named Larry, and then write a song about him.

I want to paint squares on the edges of my mirror, write my limitations and obsessions inside them, and then paint over them.

I want a huge canvas so I can paint little pieces of it over time. Nothing profound, or at least intentionally so. Accidental moments of beauty are always the best.