current state of a windows xp emulation i started yesterday
i like to share the knowledge, piss master
picture this if u will…xanax pills…and……the nike symbol…….plants of some kind………………………..japanese text……………………………………………….damn that sounds cool as hell doesnt it
yo just a reminder that i do commissions if you want them!!!
i’ll draw your character hanging out in some forest or messy basement (those are the most popular requests). ill even make their dick hang out if you want. ill draw you your favorite pokemon or neopet. are you looking for the perfect person to draw your very niche and confusing fetish??? that person is not me but i will still draw it in exchange for your money. (i probably wont put it on my tumblr though). have you been waiting for your favorite lamezone ship to finally fuck??? i will make your non-canon dreams come true. if u can dream it i can attempt to draw it, probably!
heres some examples (some of these were not commissions but whatever theyre examples)
im bad at set prices but most of these would be like 30$ for a one character piece w/ full color and background etc. of course if you cant do that, i can do less detail, less color, less whatever, we can totally work SOMETHING out. just email me with what you are after (email@example.com) and we will work out a deal!!!
Bird Lady- Inventory
in a few weeks I’ll be at TCAF and I’ll be selling this plus a bunch of other comics in a nice little collection. Stop by and say hello!
So psyched for these comics!
In 2006 Ms. Lockwood, an English teacher at Xavier High School, asked her students to write a letter to a famous author. She wanted them discuss the author’s work and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut (1922 – 2007) was the only one to write back and his advice is worth reading.
Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:
I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.
What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.
Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.
Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?
Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.
God bless you all!
Really, really good