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11 months ago

rough clown beatles sketch ...

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my art art the beatles beatles putting a gradient on a sketch and calling it a day need to draw them more

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2 months ago

just finished playing this game. god

going to put the ending i got under the cut because. spoilers. obviously. the ending

kim came back to precinct 41 with me :)

started playing disco elysium today

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personal AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. but SOON this is the game ever need to replay not now though

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3 months ago

scary albert. haunting my sketchbook

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my art art traditional art pen weird al yankovic weird al al yankovic

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1 month ago

new character that is. around five seconds away from ripping someone to pieces

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my art art traditional art ocs alien oc original art pen pencil bug oc Need a name

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5 months ago

I'm full of wrath!!!!!!!! haha just kidding. I feel pretty ok

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me trying to do anything

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3 months ago

There are flat earthers on the TV and I'm fading in and out. The stars are a clock and I count them in my head until my lungs are polluted with constellations. All I can do is breathe, feel them spin in my throat. My wrists hang limp over the side of the sofa; magnetic declaration, geocentric distortion, some sort of heaven. The words drag themselves across the walls and I still see them when I close my eyes. Is this the final experiment? Is this the end for me? I don't know, at this point I'm more focused on keeping myself breathing. I'm lying dead on a hill of my own making, and god, the foxes outside are screaming like hell, but nobody even raises their head. There are flat earthers on the TV and a dead hound in the living room, and I'm fading in and out.

there are flat earthers on the tv // 16.01.2025

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7 months ago

can you tell i really like danios

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my art art traditional art pencil fishblr fish very fun lots of cool patterns ...

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9 months ago

didnt know which one i liked better . take both

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my art art traditional art x men pen wolverine logan howlett no i cant be bothered to colour it properly

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1 month ago

A pen and ink drawing of a red ant with a black speech bubble with the morse code:
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which is "hi :D" when decoded

A pen and ink drawing of a red bull ant (or at least I think it is a bull ant) which has a black wobbly line speech bubble which has the morse code:
-.--
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which says "yay" when decoded

shhh. they're having a conversation

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1 month ago

You're on a sinking plane. A skeleton on a fish hook. Scrubbing the blood stains off the kitchen tiles. You're everything. It will all go sideways for you soon. But you're everything. Let's start again.

You're dying from the outside in. Your brother noticed it before you did. He doesn't know how to help so you ended up staying the night at his and smoking on the roof together. You want to fall asleep up there & you tell him so & he doesn't say it but he is scared what you really want is to jump. He noticed it before you did. Can you link the stars in a way that makes you feel something? You could when you were a kid. Actually, did you feel something then? Take another cigarette when he goes back inside. He won't notice. Maybe he will. What I should say is he won't talk about it.

It's Tuesday again. God. You drive your car like you're the hostage, the man gagged in the back, the body in the trunk. You take turns where you shouldn't. You see your blood seeping through the seats. You're meeting with your mother for lunch and you are sick & scared & tired. Outside the café there's an angel hanging limp in the power lines; a boy and his sister throw stones at it. Keep walking. You can't stop them. Lunch is nothing special and you leave with bleeding nails. You're dying from the outside in. Remember that.

This is your life & you are cigarette ash. But you're everything. You still have time. Let's start again.

remember: from the outside in

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