we both wanted something else

hold on or i'll go limp

i do it to myself

you ruin everything and you care too much

i stopped scraping the dirt away and now the claws have fists

i want/need that shirt.

my shoulder rockets are smaller and more compact

2010 arrives.

will be needing a new banner now, huh.

finally picked up a new sketchbook last week, and it's inspired new art. thank fuck for that. more to come.