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I draw more ov da AC6 characters.
Cold call has that because he’s a freak who lives on the thrill of the hunt type shit, and so has fun scaring people.
Alternatively when he’s chilling around with people he wears those skin masks, so he doesn’t look like a nightmare beast.
old thing I never posted here
I don't post a lot of things on here huh
anyway you can see more of him here
So he cold-called a glasses manufacturer in Toronto to see if they’d help him develop his own range at a more democratic price. “And we’re still working with them today.”
https://magazinec.com/style/who-framed-dan-levy/
Photo: Erica Cloud
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You don’t know unless you ask. A cold call led to DL Eyewear. Sometimes you just have to ask.
Hahahahaha 😂
OSI -Cold Call
Fog
night walks confusion - fog lays on lawn and resonates the sodium vapour glow crystal dew sneaks and my toes freeze in the endless distance between rembrandt and Foucault
airfields, a future collapsed flyover in an ambassador taxi bengali fog in the morning paddy fields a car ride home that I won’t forget your weight on my chest and the coconut smell of your pitch brown hair. victoria’s columns row, dripping alocasia wilt in the courtyard fog between northern cliffs we silently sat on the autumn train and you told me that I would leave
layers of people, a carousel of likeness emotional response out of habit, no boundaries masks and halos shine in the colourless pins of misty breeze snake skin faces and fire crackers laughter evaporates in polar clarity a rock of lies, conscience like wax the table has your coffee cup stains on it and I read the same books
black hills high empty buildings viscous fog until the phoenix is numb bones from inside highway yellow lights, pebble wash concrete cracks, a notion of flight though it is the same hull that walks in circles along the cold steel rail
waiting for a forlorn call that came and didn’t pick up and then waiting for another one. signals code don’t want to read and my green eyes pierce into your naked gorge
the end of year you say though the red and orange sand of the shore will just make my lips taste salty and thirsty small glasses on a strand board sofa the dim brown light dry jokes linger over spilled glitter on herringbone parquet the voice too harsh errand of the night ends here in blatant alienation of hurried footsteps in the darkness
