Oh dear Noodle, I just don't know anymore. There were adventures. Me, you, Fungus. Who knows where she is? Not me. I think we should go sailing again. I can picture it now. Aha. But it was kind of because of that boy's painting. I liked that painting. It made me want those adventures again, which is what good paintings can do.

My paintings make me want to attack the canvas sometimes. Or something else. My hair? Yes. But no. I attacked my hair, but not because of a painting.

Lingering earth. Earthlinger. Woo!