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I did a lot of mental excavating today; dug deep into my essence. Sure there was some treasure there, but mostly what I found was old junk. There’s no room in my soul for useless brass knick-knacks, so I cleaned it out.

It’s sounds corny, but we all do it.

It’s just a sketch but it represents something more, an uncontrollable urge I’ve had since I was a child. I’m addicted to drawing space-men. I couldn’t stop, even if I wanted to.