Drooling Fr

drooling fr

and not just at his man tits, oh no, I'm admiring the lighting, the style, the anatomy, the hair, the style, the texture, the contrast in shading, the background, and did i mention tHE STYLE??? i HOPE I MENNTIONED THE STYLE.

This time I'm not gonna forget to post

Fight club Tord.. it's not the besssttt.. ouuugh

The more i look at it the worse it gets

Yes, I drew Pizzahead pregnant.

No, I am not okay.

You guys know what time it is, battle it out

I have a theory that The Game, by years of teachings, reciting, and playing has the potential to become something beyond ourselves. you can't really win or lose, there's no ruleset to break or cheat because it's entirely built on your own mind. once you understand you start The Game and you cannot stop.

People will say "haha! You made it! You won The Game!" But that's not really it, is it? That's just a checkpoint, a reminder of the thing you avoid itself, thing you cannot avoid in the first place. so let's make it a literal game. Let's have fun with things we can't forget, watch how far you've gone without noticing and feel disappointment as your imaginary streak wipes clean, time to restart the clock and do it again. It's a game, play it.

Or I might just be roleplaying as a prophet idk

I just explained to someone what a "scrunkly scrimblo" was and they still didn't understand, I ended up drawing what, in my mind, was the embodiment of scrunkly screemscram sconklimbibo.

Behold, my creation.