Sep 10, 2017
It’s like an oil spilling out from your mouth. Fills in your lungs, you start choking but you can’t even scream for help. You’re stuck. Invisible needles inject poison in your brain and the need is born: the need to crash and eliminate what’s so revolting.
Long story short, I was doodling this sucker and the veeeeeeeeeeery old idea popped up again and I finally drew it. Whoops.
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