• Things I scribble on bathroom walls in shitty bars

When you end up in a tree at 6am after a night of substance abuse.


Started reproducing Toppi’s Falconer on loose leaf to warm myself up with watercolors before starting on a different project. Got carried away. Very soggy.

"Leeches so comfortable you don’t even know you’re wearing them."

Happy to help you burn time with idle banter. Sandbox stories. My tongue, sharp as a whores heel, was made to beat back the fluttering fog.

*snap* *snap*

This is what happens when I’m left by myself. I stay up all night. And take pictures of myself.



We need more hats.

I miss the atmosphere of this apartment.


Quick self portrait, meant to test how well the sketchbook would do with watercolors. (not very well)