KatherinePainter

Oh AC, parting shall be such sorrow, 
          	not of the sweet variety. 
          	As we venture out to our star that lights our adobe, 
          	It burns us away while its brethren laugh at us from the night. 
          	
          	Oh to the AC we cry, 
          	Relief washing over is as the cold sends a shiver. 
          	Back to the AC we crawl, 
          	Basking on the cool floor, 
          	Oh AC, back to thee, 
          	We cry with glee
          	
          	And oh to the breeze, 
          	The short AC running past us.
          	Take us with to the cold clouds and mountain tops. 
          	Spare us from this blazing fate, 
          	Move the clouds to shield us from the flame in the sky. 
          	
          	
          	
          	Why did suffering in heat suddenly give me the ability to write poetry? 

KatherinePainter

Oh AC, parting shall be such sorrow, 
          not of the sweet variety. 
          As we venture out to our star that lights our adobe, 
          It burns us away while its brethren laugh at us from the night. 
          
          Oh to the AC we cry, 
          Relief washing over is as the cold sends a shiver. 
          Back to the AC we crawl, 
          Basking on the cool floor, 
          Oh AC, back to thee, 
          We cry with glee
          
          And oh to the breeze, 
          The short AC running past us.
          Take us with to the cold clouds and mountain tops. 
          Spare us from this blazing fate, 
          Move the clouds to shield us from the flame in the sky. 
          
          
          
          Why did suffering in heat suddenly give me the ability to write poetry? 

KatherinePainter

You know the game telephone? You go in a line and whisper a word or saying down it to see how much it changes as it gets passed, person to person. 
          What if we did that but with art? 
          
          Like, someone draws something, @s someone then that second person draws it from memory, and so on? And as time goes on we watch as the art (poses, colors, expressions, etc.) change. 

MoonylaStarzena

Why hello there!!
          You seem nice!
          How did you find me tho?

KatherinePainter

I feel like this is the case for almost everyone I follow. I just scroll through comments of other people stories and you and others are just recurring people that I see. I occasionally then check out their stories and follow em. 
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