100 bottles of beer,
You take one down,
and pass it around …
Oh, wait! That's not the song I meant to sing.
Same tune, though.
100 layers of paint on the page,
100 layers of paint,
You slap one down,
and turn it around …
Took an applicator bottle of ink, made shapes and drips. Layer 4.
Don't think it'll much matter if I like or don't like this layer of mark making—it's hard to imagine any trace of it will be visible 96 layers from now!