I have control over these little beautiful things. I choose to drown them in beer and nicotine and stress them out by reading 5 books a month all called You’re Fucked: Powerless and Alone in the 21st century. Once every few weeks I’ll be in a good mood. A kind of false respite
pro art tip: always draw with hate and spite and jelousy in your heart, i recomend looking at twitter for 20 minutes before drawing to see better artists and get this idea that every artist is drawing nonstop.
me (sobbing): the barmaid with huge honkers doesn’t even know my name, she won’t even look at me!
the gnome assassin sent to kill me: (dangling from a cliff’s edge, fingers slipping one by one): please! i can’t- i’m slipping! please!
A lot of 27-33 year old men trying to be Anthony Bourdain. Cowardly.
I’m Action Bronson-maxxing. I’m on the phone with a Turkish saffron broker at the baccarat table. I’m providing color commentary on arms deals.
You bought black American spirits and called it “a vibe”