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it started with the flair felt tips in the late 80's. since then, i have moved on to the harder stuff. sharpie ultra fine point black. then colors, three packs containing red and green. Two years ago i saw a guy using a purple one. he became my colorado connection, mailing purple sharpies in plain brown envelopes. I needed more than he could send and the lag time was killing me so i hit the streets. i found yellow (mello yellos) and brown (brownies).
milliseconds after removing the cap the ink aroma shatters my walnut shell skull, penetrates the brain, slicing between the left and right hemispheres, dividing them with infinite space. everything opens up. everything breathes.
there is another lusting for the sharpie. just as i extract the odor, the mead academe sketch diary extracts line. it quickly becomes a menage a' trois, both the paper and i worship the sharpie.
the paper is insatiable, upon contact it sucks the ink from the sharpie tip. thin lines are nice but thick lines are better. if feeling naughty, i just rest the tip on the paper and watch the blob grow, penetrating several virgin sheets below.
Posted by griff at May 21, 2002 02:30 AM