rules is rules,
and on valentine's day,
i always make a heart monster.
yup.
it's kind of a tradition- the creation of another 'nother skull-morphin'
vascular pumplestilstkin, with that look in it's eyes.
mmmhmmmm.
i have the same small bottles of pain,
and the same tired-A* brushes,
and a new piece of recyclable cardboard,
and that's when it get to work.
later and later each year, by the way.
that's possibly a good thing, though, right?
i'm sayin',
that means i'm busier and busier and there's less and less time
to sit down and draw and paint and think about weird teeth and wonky eyeballs.
i'm encouraged.
ANYway, here it is:
valentine's hearts are good for you.
and this guy is talking about love.
if you ain't lovin', you'd better start.
and if you're hatin'? cut it out.
here's different picture, with slightly different exposure.
i just can't seem to photograph anything worth a sh!t anymore.
eh.
but, that's a wet tongue, huh?
yep.
the better for big, fat, juicy lickery kisses, bruh.
the kisses better be the way i like my toast, y'heard?
...french.
yeah.
so,
there you have it.
the thing that happens in mid-february.
heart art.
one more in the books;
never quiet, never soft.....
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