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come august!
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WHAT THE HELL AHHHHHHHH THANK YOU LMAO
i can't believe this comic i posted on my lil throwaway blog that i throw art at sometimes has been getting this much attention over the last year i admittedly read every single reply and tag and now you go and write a whole song about it just when i get an idea for another worm on string comic
anyways more worm on string art coming sometime this summer i guess
a comic about a worm on a string
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views at the olympiazentrum, munich
#art#my art#illustration#i met some people playing basketball there and befriended them by wading into to the lake to get their ball when it bounced in#drawing#munich
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another another comic about worms
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a comic about a worm on a string
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a sleepless comic about worms
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every time it rains i remember the first time i ate hongshao pork at this chinese restaurant in stl
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remember that one baby ass kid in petalburg city spitting straight philosophy about reflections like shit calm down socrates ur 6
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pick a direction and just keep walkin
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couldn't tell if it was a shitpost or waxing poetic on carcinisation but it spoke to me and i felt like illustrating it out lmfao im glad you like it
Crabs amaze me. They’re the perfect life form, a tank made of legs and living hate-armor. It’s not just about their physicality, though; it’s the soul of the crab. See, no crab in the bottomless history of the sea has ever questioned itself, doubted itself, worried, or been afraid. A crab is pure motion. A crab is pure id and unrelenting forward force. Crabs invented the word violence and they will scuttle on the surface of the world while the red giant of Sol creeps closer to devour everywhere we’ve ever known. They will look into the sky and clack their claws and there will be no fear.
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Crabs amaze me. They’re the perfect life form, a tank made of legs and living hate-armor. It’s not just about their physicality, though; it’s the soul of the crab. See, no crab in the bottomless history of the sea has ever questioned itself, doubted itself, worried, or been afraid. A crab is pure motion. A crab is pure id and unrelenting forward force. Crabs invented the word violence and they will scuttle on the surface of the world while the red giant of Sol creeps closer to devour everywhere we’ve ever known. They will look into the sky and clack their claws and there will be no fear.
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Layers Upon Layers.
Muscle, Flesh.
Muscle, Flesh.
Muscle, Flesh.
I Can Survive Atmospheric Entry. OK?
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