i was always in a quandary when i look at the heaps of buttons i was accumulating - the smallest, cutest buttons one can ever find, and when i say small, i mean just that, little, minute, tiny and seemingly useless diminutive gems.
i didnt have the heart to dispose of them, so i just had them in ziplocks and boxes, and the last time i looked, i had several sacks of them, bwahahaha.
now isn't that hoarding? well, not in my vocabulary. i have to be surrounded and sometimes literally engulfed with immense quantity of materials, media and be in the best of contrivances, to let my creative juices flow, hah, i know myself that much, so i didnt quite worry. i know, at the right moment and at the right time, a new idea will pop up and a great product will be born. . .
i didnt have the heart to dispose of them, so i just had them in ziplocks and boxes, and the last time i looked, i had several sacks of them, bwahahaha.
now isn't that hoarding? well, not in my vocabulary. i have to be surrounded and sometimes literally engulfed with immense quantity of materials, media and be in the best of contrivances, to let my creative juices flow, hah, i know myself that much, so i didnt quite worry. i know, at the right moment and at the right time, a new idea will pop up and a great product will be born. . .
so it came to pass, that Jam, my protege, asked me for our book of genius ideas, thoughts we play upon and entertain, and viola! a star is born - the little F.A.R.M. being.
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