I was trying to figure out what to paint on this little canvas and was laying out the design with crayon. Stephen goes, "Teeth" and I went from there. I didn't know they were teeth. He did though. He's in another space than me. Like Missy. He is in touch with a primative part of his psyche that I am not. He occupies exactly the same residence in my life that she once did; a muse and soulmate. Before he got here i was wrestling with some insane need or desperate void she left but that's finally gone now. I feel relaxed and able to work for real; able to live for real.