phlegm brûlée

bullshit artist

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some rough sketches/traces

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“…you can roar, smash the place up. Shit, you can wail on me all you want, but what good is it gonna do ya? 'Cause he ain't in your town. You're in his. And he sure as shit is ready for you.”

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“I’m no murderer, Mr. Wolf.”

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He's pretty fun to draw!

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Yet again more orange tones

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couple more wip’s

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morning commute

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a little clump of cyclops i’ve scribbled up in procreate

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the crooked man

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sunrise, parabellum

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“since the ducks left, I guess”

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three variants of a cupid

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not quite oc, used @squiddy-ink-s’s work as a reference for a linocut

The Batter

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wolf and lamb

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brine shrimp linocut

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working on my next lino

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*goes to Coachella in a white linen suit like an antebellum lawyer, sweating profusely and dabbing at my forehead with a handkerchief* now, I’m no fancy scientist, but would you folk know where a simple gentleman such as myself could obtain some acid? Now, I’m no big city lawyer, but could any of you fine youths point a country boy such as myself in the direction of some fucking acid?