Often making a little masterpiece doesn't matter and I am having almost too much fun writing, laughing at times, and it's like a drug, when I stop writing I feel that some magic wonderland gas is swirling around the universe. I had given birth to a giant creativity cloud. Overly conventional butt wipes lose their balance, fall to the ground, have convulsions, and admit they still like My Little Poney! Happens every time! Soon they are trying dance moves and petting cats. It works!