man do i love a good blorbo

god people have always been people. victorian noblewomen stubbed their toes and swore about it. medieval peasants ripped hangnails a little too hard and sucked on it to make it better. cavemen put kids on their shoulders so the kids could get their handprints up on the wall. someone in the 1760s played with their dog and someone in the 1340s dragged themself out of bed at some unholy hour of the morning to soothe a crying baby and someone in the 1550s stuck a flower behind their lovers ear. I'm gonna be sick people have always been people

If we lived in the furry world i would hunt the deer sonas i dont care if theyre people

its so important to me that artists remember they can fuck around. you never have to use tools as intended. you can always skip steps. you dont have to be organized. you dont have to be neat. you can put as little effort as you want into the parts of the process you dont find fun. maybe if youre making products you cant do these things but on your own time you can do literally actually whatever the hell. it doesnt matter how long you spend on it youve made art and its complete when you decide to quit. yee haw

this is just what images are all about

if i start making more money soon i might get into cars. and i dont mean cars like fancy expensive cars, i mean the apparent necromancy that some car guys are able to inflict upon rusted steel. im talking cars as a biology. the kind of car stuff thats got me saying "yep i got my old shitter out back, i call 'er Daisy. damn near took down a parking garage crashin into one of the support beams, but shes still tickin fine." and i take you into my backyard and its a veritable junkyard of discarded metal pieces all slightly swamped in hasnt-been-mowed-all-summer grass and wet with the dew of the morning.

Shout out to everyone who is just so tired So so exhausted So very very tired so very fatigued so sleepy and tired So