on the face of it.

man,
all the things i do look alike.
i understand that if you draw only three types of things,
over and over and over again,
eventually,
similarities are bound to start becoming more noticeable.
the thing is, neighbors-
i never get tired of drawing skulls with F*ing preposterous cheekbones.
really.
i mean,
i could probably do that every dang day, for weeks and weeks,
and never be even the babiest bit tempted to draw something else.
you'd almost think i'd be better at it,
but,
i guess that's not how it works.
anyway,
yesterday,
i had a huge busted d!ckturd blowoff at the studio,
so i chatted and chatted and sketched and sketched,
and scissored up a box or two leftover from a dozen or two tasty seltzers.
yup.
i recycle in my ow way,
and i burn the sh!t out of whatever is left.
that's my move, duders.
hot fire follows coarse cardstock crapola creations.
i'm just sort of like that, y'know?
yeah, you do.
i drew five things, and i erased about a billion.
when i left the studio late in the day,
i'd outlined three of them a little,
in order to get the week's worth of downtime headstarted on the path
to productivity.
if i'm gonna be at work all the minutes,
then i'm gonna make something out of nothing.
rules is rules,
and nobody hangs out in bad spots having a bad time for free.
that's it.
want to see what i was up to?
ok.
check the typecast-triple-team-up-type teleport:

skulls and skulls and skulls.
we got ourselves more dead deathly hollow hallowed reapy reapin',
and a couple of bobotronic bellowers, too.
i'm into bubble-limbs, stumpy legs, and knobbly old man hands.
what can i say, kids?
i've got preferences.
they won't look like the toddler'd turds for long, either.
my workweek isn't up to the standards of my work ethic,
so i'll be brushing up by friday, for sure.
also,
the gawky gangler on the far right?
note those tighty-whiteys!
that's no joke,
but it IS sort of funny.
ha.
skulls with horns;
skulls with ribbons and roses;
skulls with underpants.
everything is dead, and also yelling, in the world inside my head.
yikes.
i spanned most of the day doodling,
and the latter half tattzappin' some crappy crap....
the movie checks were meager,
and the seltzer was flat.
i've got hard styles,
and i've got long days,
but if the other option is to have less of everything?
then i'm still super grateful for the time i have been given;
never quiet, never soft.....