slow day.

a few cheap markers.
folded scraps of looseleaf papers.
no sketches.
no ideas.
just single pass skulls and flowers.
check the teleport:

awwwww, man.
regular tattoo picturemaker jauns.
i guess that happens now and again.
i suppose it could be a lot worse,
but,
i just actually like killed-up heads, and plants, an' that.
*
also,
i keep making making myself uglier,
and doper.
teleport:

i just can't help but F* with my whole face.
that's a thing.
i still do things besides cook foods and bake treats.
real-life documentarianism dictates
that if it's really happening, i probably gotta tell you all about it.
.......you're welcome.
*
i think there will probably be more of this.
fog and rain and cold are combined to keep away the clients.
lucky?
yes and no.
a grand don't come for free,
but a gaytard explosion isn't worth the cost;
never quiet, never soft.....