Permeating That Eternal Barrier

Trying to find inspiration, a pile of half-complete sketches on my desk and a pencil behind my ear.
Actually, there's no pencil: I never could keep a pencil balanced like that, I just think the imagery is kinda cool and concisely symbolic of an artist at work.
I'm a blind liar with an artistic license to take liberty with reality in the name of creativity.
The same old faces stare at me from the paper's white surface, just trying to adjust the way I see them. Things aren't bad, they just aren't easy.
Ideas, sometimes, taste like eggnog.

That is All; Not Dead Yet.