2025 November 26

I’m down to my last bottle of fountain pen ink left over from my brief affair with fountain pens and tablets a decade ago before returning to my pencil spouse, the (name of my next band) gorgeous brick red above infused in clear elmer’s glue, grated chalk blazes better on fountain pen ink than acrylic ink: fountain pen ink > acrylic ink, yo. I have an online ink-store’s cart filled with options, I’m just waiting for this weird, pleasant, surprising , and worrisome bout of calm and – get this – itchy but can’t find the spot to scratch optimism, about what I don’t know, to fade before purchasing, much less committing to use, the ink

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