Getting my Creative Juices going again, I’m a dead man walking.
Love coursing through my veins, my dreams gain virtual, sensual reality.
My Fingertips can’t stay still, they fiddle, they scribble, they create, they exterminate, they destroy, they’re not Scheu. (shy ger.)
To say, Soy creativo. (I am creative esp.)
I will try again and write again, regularly even if they are small posts, let me be your Host.
You are welcome to this party, be a bit arty and a good portion smarty.
Ehm yeah, let’s not, keep everything halal shall we.
Brain turned on. Thinking cap on. Like a don. Let’s do this and have some fun.