We are like waves.

We ARE like waves.
We hold our breath.
We move like that.
We move like the tide.
We climb and then let go.
We build and then we break.
We brace and then we crash.

Doing the Same Thing

"When she's pressed
she will undress
and then she's boxing clever."

This is old.
Ish.
But I really like it.
I'm really good at drawing people naked with they're clothes on.
I hope you really look at it.
Because its not just a naked chick smoking a cigarette under a bunch of dirty words.
But that could also be exactly what it is.
I mean we're all smoking cigarettes under a bunch of dirty words eventually.

I think this explains my life.

Thus far.
Why don't you extrappalate?


Get off my dick, bitch.

Another Incubus

I'm a pacifist. Seriously.