oh

so

fuckable.

arthritis

venting art with Pestilence in openCanvas

i guess the undead suffer from joint problems too

angst, or more to it? take it at face value, or read your own meaning into it.

me?
trying to put all amusing comments aside;
ever feel like you want to make your brain quit thinking - when you just can't stop remembering all those sad little things, and it brings you down ... i feel like i want to just stomp on my brain.

well, i suppose blasting it onto the wall with the power of ballpoint pens and the world's ugliest, most retarded shotgun is one way to do it :) hence the "sweet" and that tiny smirk

seriously, though, look at Tail's face. i mean really.

get out of my head.

OMG THE ANGST.

inspired by 'Sam Stone' by John Prine... listening to a lecture on the Vietnam War in a class

"..Sammy took to stealin' when he got that empty feelin'
for a hundred dollar habit without overtime
And the gold rolled through his veins like a thousand railroad trains
and eased his mind in the hours that he chose
while his kids ran around wearing other peoples' clothes

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothing I suppose
little pitchers have big ears, don't stop to count the years
sweet songs never last too long on broken radios"

Cass'd been sort of bugging me for a while to draw Kitanxi, my Dryptosaur again. and so to go with Cassandra Gibbs' drawings of her Whiterex as an anthro, I drew Kitanxi as such as well.

changed her color pattern a bit, to a design inspired by some octopi; the scanner washed out most of the lighter grey tones however. I reckon she's towering over her last kill... perhaps later I'll add a background to this one.

my semi-infamous eye creature! I have an eye fetish, y'see.