no rules: get phat, screenshot, game boy advance (2001) www.mobygames.com/game/71257/n...

jones this isn't a fortune you just want me to get scared by the monster

this just in: good things are possible, and maybe even likely

amagon, magazine screenshot & caption, game player's magazine (1989) archive.org/details/game...

video of me opening my mouth and emitting a sound like the vespertine buzz of a rolling meadow under twilight. closed captioning reads ["HEY FUCKERS IT'S YA BOY AND THIS IS MY VOICE 1 YEAR ON T."]

Weed before cider, you meet the spider. Cider before weed, the centipede.

i want to get back to creating so bad but i've had so much medical stuff going on lately it's eating up all my will to do Things

i had a dream i owned a giant horse that knew a trick called "shrink down" where he would lie down like a dog and then get really small

i think i want my hair to be shorter but i don't want to cut my hair and i don't want anyone else to cut my hair. i think i want to be able to just slurp it back into my scalp like keratinous little spaghettis

get weirder 🫵

i remember being in a tap dancing class once in a studio above a dentist office and the way the choreographer would motivate us to give it our all was pitting us against the dentist's sanity

guess who just got wrung out like a juicebox by the starving vampires at lifelabs again

people might say it's a bad idea but i've wanted a tattoo of the tower card for years now

my new thing is getting drunk and playing wobbledogs

the new version still needs cluttering up but i've been working on trying to find a less generic visual style for 3d things using The Room

[from comically far away] listen man can you give me a little space here please

describe your gender with 4 fictional characters meme but i literally only need 1

lightly considering reclusing back to twitter. craving the decadent comfort of knowing my account is private and i can just say whatever's on hashtag my twisted mind

liveblogging my sleep meditations to stave off the withdrawal from my beloved horrible blue light

don't you ever talk to me or my- ☝️ [staring silently down the front of my own shirt for almost a full minute] Twelve chest hairs again

those photos of outer space where you can see way more stars than you can with your eyes have the same vibe as photos of people where you can see all the pores on their face

fuck it. ms paint time

my boys.........

had a dream that i fell asleep with an open bag of cereal. i woke up to a loud crunching sound and found the bag writhing with snakes. mostly corn snakes. but there was also a bunch of stringy little garter snakes in there and a fatass boa spilling out over my whole bed. portentous imagery

all mapped out for painting........ we're getting closer

had to lower my t dose this week because according to my labs my body is so ridiculously efficient at incorporating testosterone that anything more than the minimum standard dose every two weeks is way too much

sausage boy's got something coming to life behind him now

sausage boy's got teeth now

severely Need to get back into worldbuilding...... for my soul

wrestling baby away from her heavily medicated sister because she keeps trying to swoop in and eat the little stitches scabs off her head

i love just kind of freestyling a whole recipe raw out the brain and never really being able to tell if it's actually good or if i just put too much effort in to let myself admit it's not right

freshly groceried-up diet choices got me awake at 4am googling things like can i die from heartburn, can i die from expired tums, how many tums is too much, symptoms of tums overdose, poison control emergency phone number

i'm not going to paint a new skin onto every iteration of this but here's him after some shaping and again after i fried him up in the compositor for a bit more crunch

went to a restaurant for the first time in years. big steps happening in lux world. everyone say thank you to my very nice good friends for slipping a cheeky little buffer between myself and complete psychological decline

i've never actually played disco elysium. i'm fairly certain it's going to be big for me when i do so i guess i've been subconsciously saving it for when i have it in me to get really single-minded and insufferable

consciously manspreading everytime i sit down like not making space for my balls is gonna be the thing that gives it away

apparently when they give a cat a feeding tube, they have to stitch it to their heads so they don't pull it out but i keep cracking myself up imagining them getting their hands on a hairless cat and just using suction cups

girl is Zonked and soooo crusty but she's back home and in her little surgery sweater

illustration, load sinclair, magazine (1986) archive.org/details/Load...

angel sweet is addicted to the knife (ate wire and then needed to get it surgically removed from her tiny idiot body)

god turns the ringer off everytime he sees my number. i've only ever heard his voice on the answering machine

special birthday breakfast but it's just the same thing i have everyday because nothing is more special to me than when things are not outside of my routine or expectations

spending 5 minutes with my little idiot cats like Yeah This Is What It's All About. spending 5 minutes doing anything else like I Need To Become The Joker Right Now.

this little dog has been my profile pic for so long that he's basically my fursona

asking the kind-faced pinterest mom stocking shelves at the michael's which of their decorative glass jars is best suited to contain the power of a high level countercurse against an evil warlock

i call this one Three Quarters View Of Worm, in case you were wondering

mom has made it clear that if she ever dies she wants me to recite the bojack horseman free churro episode at her funeral and sometimes i get very nervous about her succumbing to some sort of tragic accident not only because that would be horrible but also because i haven't got the bit down yet

they're taking my blood again and this time i'm invoicing them 100$ per vial. i know my worth

forcing art to happen part ?/? i call this one Worm From The Front

postponing my birthday to november or maybe next year because lately's got too damn much going on already