Still your Sewer Daddy

[Hello there, no I don’t, I use Procreate!]

O f c oUR SE  nOT 

InVi TING me  IN, STANLey?

THANKsGiviNG is  a  FEAST becauSE it’S  NOTHING but FEAR and ANGER in ne arLY evERY HouSEHOLD iN DErr Y.

No T  THe  S TARs  THEMSELVES but  Wha T  the Y REPRESENT....My Home, my HOME. A Place without Gravity, where one fLO ATs in the  VASTNESS of the voID, surrounded by an innumerable amount of STARS, as FAR as the EYE and HEART can SEE.

Oh I hear you, little bird, I hear you, your words are brave but you wouLDN’T DARE face ME and as ME such a thing, would you? No no no no no, you of ALL creatures wouldn’t ask what one DESERVES, would you?What do YOU deserve, little ST an LEY?

What you see IS OnLy A  PRojeCTIon that I WISH you to SEE. You’LL  NEver reALLY see what I’m LoOkING AT.