Tuesday, September 14, 2010
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- Testing
- Broken
- Stop. Now.
- Drawing famous people
- Trondhiem
- Won't
- Wild ball
- Bastards!
- Turtle kickin'
- Aller-geez
- Total shit
- Loathing
- Pb & J from HELL
- Zombie lesbian stripper cops
- Follow through
- Loverbutt
- Shoes!
- Buildings 2 - take 2
- Orientation
- Job hunt Pt. 2
- Buildings 4
- Job Hunt
- Mistakes
- New place
- Shakey-shake
- Mutie
- Public washrooms
- Lonely
- I am an old man
- Short on ideas
- Inspiration: Far Arden, Taxpayers
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2 comments:
Dude, my part-time job is unloading trucks and shelving boxes at Target from, like, 3 AM to 7 AM. Sometimes, when I sit down to draw a few hours later, my arms are still all noodle-y and shit. Freaks me out, too. I tend to draw pretty small so I worry about my eyesight going from bending down so close to the paper. I think it's a natural tendency for artists to be kinda pessimistic like that.
yeah,I sometimes worry about my eye sight too, that would be AWFUL to lose.
Basically, I just want to be healthy and happy for a long time... then just die suddenly.
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