Tuesday, April 2

i pity the (april) fools.

hahahahaha.
april got me, duders.
yeah.
the double cover-up.
what got covered?
all the bases of brutal bad-day bad-luck rabbit-rabbit poops.
more specifically?
it started a hundred years ago with a badly done heart,
and that got smeared over with a horribly executed pair of dragons
bite-eating off each other's faces (i think) with a pudding castle somehow
sitting on top of a cloud and all of it blurred, beat-up and blown out.
yuck.
the good news?
if you've had two chances to get it right,
and still F*ed it up?
wooooooooooord.
i'm pretty much gonna be doing some sort of marky-marker freestyle
live-action devil-may-care whatever-the-heck-pops-into-my-hands jauns.
for serious.
i just start drawing,
and hope for the best.
...and by best i mean, better than the sh!t-salad skin sandwich i'm trying to fix.
you need solutions?
great.
that means i inherit your problems.
check the teleport:
ugh.
i didn't even take an all-the-way before shot,
because i hate it so much.
a few hours later,
and it's a whole lot better.
...sorta.
re-teleport:
bye-bye sh!tbombs.
huh?
oh, stop it neighbors.
white highlights and bells and whistles are for hot chicks and cool folks.
this kind of thing gets the thick-paint treatment, and that's it.
doo-doo butter removal is it's own reward.
haha.
april F*ing foolishness, first thing out of the gates.
that's what sort of week it's gonna be i guess.
get ready, or not,
but i promise you ninjas,
either way, it's still really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....

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