The little piece of the red car up in the corner looks remarkably like the picture in my "vein" post. This can only mean one thing.
MY ART IS BECOMING REAL.
It's like that Stephen King book where the guy's pen name becomes a real person and tries to kill him. If I end up being murdered by a glowing heart or a laser cat or a pyramid-headed Mick Jagger, please write to Stephen King and make him feel guilty, because it will be his fault.
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