I chuckled. Those furry artists, they'll

I chuckled. Those furry artists, they'll never get me. Not with their godlessness or even godliness. I chuckled at the thought, the time had begun. They shall be eliminated here.
I picked the first one up & tickled its nose. Then I threw it against my canvas.
It made a satisfying red blob in the middle of the canvas. I looked around of other objects to help me create my abstract masterpiece. Those coffee dregs! Blam! Brown rivulets. The
painting looked spectacular. I found some cabbage in the refrigerator. After mashing it in the grinder, I dipped my brush in it and painted a couple of green bushes.
When my roommate saw what I'd done she gasped. "OMG. I've never seen anyone do 'that' with a vegetable!" My edible paintings soon became a hit with the locals.
Soon a cult started around my edible paintings and I was deemed the avatar of their creator god the Original Vegetable Patch and members of the cult renamed themselves after fruits
but then decided to go with the seafood theme, they named themselves the Blue Oyster Cult and this is how my paintings, yes, my dang paintings became the centerpiece
Of their concert settings. I made a lot of money from it and saved all I could. Now, the light bill is outrageously high and I needed that cash. I trashed my smart tellie, so radio
was the only way I could get the dough. I sold all my radios to the fence and paid to make the lights come back on in my house. But I mainly needed those lights for my
clandestine surgery practice. To this day Lord Voldemort bears me a grudge because of the face job I gave him in his apprentice days during a blackout. Is it really that bad?

Started: 2016-05-22 09:46:50
Finished: 2016-09-13 12:02:52

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