The year is 2025, all manner of headgear have been banned except for fedoras. You cannot leave your house without being tipped at. Conversations about being friend zoned and cool new memes echo through the streets. Somewhere nearby there is a hiss as someone cracks open a can of mountain dew, as you hurry by he whispers to himself “Greetings M’lady”.
I had a dream about a cowboy movie last night and I woke up to write it down so I would remember
The thing I’ve been working on on and off for the past few months.
After working a year on my really sad Senior Project
Now that this is finally done, I can jump into some paintings and draw a hundred things that have been waiting. I have to stop coming up with ideas for animations, being a one-man animation band it can take 1 billion years to finish something.
hahaha fuck you shinji you poor fucking piece of shit