Hey, I just wanted to upload this photo. Specifically just so I’m not posting only text. I wanted to say I’m in the works of a video project that I should be able to upload this May. The connection here is that half of it uses paper dolls. And this is my favorite one.
I don’t like text posts (save my rippity rap tastic rap) and I don’t like WIP posts, but, I know there won’t be anything else posted in a long while. I wanted to have something as a bridge post.
The bitches call me jack cause of my giant beanstalk
I’ve got that golden goosey bling and with my harp I”m ready to rock
You know a giant’s actions aint nothin to pardon
that’s why I dropped that mother fucker like a fly just for touching my garden
I made a new friend and his name is Pete
but in twenty years he’ll want me dead in the street
right now he’s thanking me for redeeming his life
but he won’t be thanking me when I plant my beans in his wife
Shamus is my home boy with all his magic tricks
but the only ones that seem to work glue the bitches to our dicks
I think the bitches be fine, but my ma thinks the dowries be finer
but why go plow some lady’s land when I can plow right behind her
Yeah Jack be nimble, jack be quick
but jack can last all night when you’re riding his dick
This is what ice skating potentially looks like to me. this is what I”m dead convinced ice skating really is. the substitution of friction with knives. Now some people will dare to try and convince me it’s really a wonderful experience, like I’m edward scissorfeet or something extraordinary like that. But if I know anything about magical activities, it involves lightning, fireballs and wizardry. none of which really involve having knife feet. Even if wizardry was involved, well fireballs and ice don’t mix, and I can’t really swim. No, ice skating is more like a glorified seppuku. Where you’re given the opportunity to live if you can prove your honor through grace. Luckily for me though, I’ve got enough grace to hit my knee on the same small table every time that I’m at work. Never ending. Never fails. So I’m sure you can vividly imagine how good I am at playing Seppuku: Survival Mode. Don’t even ask why I think there will be more than just two katana’s involved. The point is, replacing physics with knives is clearly an idea that you come up with while drunk, and it just doesn’t end well. What’s next? Gravity?
Excuse the piss poor quality, of my artistic talent and the webcam I took the picture with. If I could scan it I would.
I got bored a few nights ago and just started doodling pokemon. It’s whateves.
This was another commission I did for a friend. To draw her avatar from gaia. I drew it using her snake like a jump rope.
I used acrylic paint. Um, it was what I felt like, late one night, the imagery to me of grasping our most inner core, and being able to control it. Going deep inside ourselves, and willing ourselves to be who we want us to be, to do what we want us to do. Yeah, whatever.
Hey, Hi, How are ya? No uh, this is a 4 piece MSPaint thing I did. The lady is supposed to be evil I guess. Maybe. I don’t know, just the antagonist to the knights. I don’t even know if they are working together. I’m wanting to make a comic though. Sorta based on this. I don’t know if I plan to make it some crude MSPaint thing in this style or if I wanna make it in that other style I was toying with, or what.
