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such a lovely game🤗

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big huge nonsense post because i have a lot of art i forgot to put here

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the last drawing is a wip but idont know if i’ll ever actually finish it LAWL i’m too lazy to draw a motorcycle

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such a lovely game🤗

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fuvk this account mane, i’m out

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Very experimental Bubbies from LISA: the Joyful. Drawn for a pal's birthday.

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i likey… it’s kinda shit… but perhaps it’s worth revisiting some of my dumb posts on twitter and turning them into short weird tales like the traffic light and birds one….

i’ll see…. whenever winter hits… i feel like one wine barrel short of a wine cellar…. so i guess if my brain doesn’t go like a sieve for the entire season then you’ll be getting a lot of posts from this sterner booze cruiser!!!!

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i only wake up to the traffic lights blinding arrival, but only when it flashes yellow. the thing only switched from yellow and red… it was like this for years… till a sparrow and a crow told me a story, about a home, one longed to go back to the home and the other dreaded it, but that home is hung up on a wall now, both unable to return to that painting. they bit their tongues when talking about their home, their rumps turned a murky olive, a awkward silence fell upon us, until the crow told me to take their home… “where is your home” i asked, the sparrow cried in my stead, it knew i could not take it, let alone return to it, i’ve never seen the house but i had a feeling the traffic lights did flash green when they once housed it… the crow knew as much and it’s feathers seemed to pull on its skin like a quarter tied to a string in a vending machine, “ take it, before the storm ruins the furnished wood” does the home not have a roof? i said confuzzled. the sparrow replied with a quiver “ it did once…. our friend the finch… ‘the green light’ ” it blocked out the-“ the crow stopped the sparrow from saying anymore & flew away. the sparrow flew after it, looking back at me solemnly. i would brush off the encounter and head off to sleep…. “ what lovely colors” “ can we add this to our home?” “ ahh what vivid ideas but only i can revitalize the town” these voices haunted my mind and it sprung me awake… the red light now illuminating my face…. how? the crow was perched on the traffic light, no sign of the sparrow either…. the crow begrudgingly told me in a low whisper “i have taken your home” these words… the dreary day blahs hit me… i didn’t call shotgun but i hunkered down from the big rigs “white noise”… what happened to my home? could i still take their home? no… that damn fucking traffic light… it would soon hang up the painting of my home on a nearby wall out of reach, containing decaying vines and mealy berries, the sight of my home painfully visible as i sat betwixt the traffic light and the road…. i slurred to no one “leave before i take your home”

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you’re telling me a shrimp fried that rice?

My dumb ass corroding while wearing the open can of well cheers ego:

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plinecone…. if i could name any species of bird… that’s what i would call it…

get any species and add plinecone in the front…. did i win the internet for today with that one? no but man am i gonna keep running my mouth about it

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this is duckman and cornfed to me… nonverbal small fry in their weird ass enclosure… like comparing apples and oranges but they’re more oranges than apples… so nothing is actually being compared…. PEACE BE WITH YOU ALL!!!

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I like how this is their whole campfire chat

Like ma'am are you okay

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this is so weird but i dont care you can have it LOL

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first post lets go

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my second piece for pride month!! ^^ ive been sooo obsessed with duckman lately..

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Finally have an excuse to listen to nothing but Frank Zappa

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lisa warlord content in the definitive edition….big day for autistic people