so it takes like 45 minutes of servitors hooking you up and chanting while putti flutter overhead to get you INTO Space Marine Armor
is there like a quick release? Like "crap all activators are out down my left side and the place is crawling with elves who make a bloodplay party during Folsom look gentle, I need to get out of this rig NOW?"
#drawings yesterday. Unsure how drawing might work out later today thanks to adjusting to new glasses plus fatigue.
coyote sing along hours, all caps
chill in the air cold as steel tonight
we shift call of the wyld
fear in your eyes
it's later than you realize
whoooooaaa
uhhhh, uh!
yeah!
I FEEL A CHANGE
BACK TO A BETTER DAY
EVEN OUR PUPS KNOW THAT THIS IS THE AGE OF APOCALYPSE
HAIR STANDS ON THE BACK OF MY NECK
AND A QUESTION HANGS HEAVY IN THE AIR
There was an awful year, long before things really fell apart, when we lived in a fairly hostile part of the peninsula in a studio which developed a mold problem. A friend had lent us a VHS tape of Yellow Submarine, and we watched it a lot since it was something kind and cheerful.
At the end of the "When I'm Sixty Four" sequence, I'd always kiss my ex, because The Cartoon Said To. We thought that was great.
Ow. Fuck, ow.
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.