Weird Super Lumpy Puppy Blob ~

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big butt, blob, couch, daddy, dog, grass, mac, magic, pee, pimp, sitting, squiggle

So lately my drawings have gotten slightly more illustrative, as in they are all mental snap shots from my life that I go back and draw later. I guess the squigglyness comes from the passage of time in between the view and the sketch.. Are maybe my world view is just a little loose…

Anyway this is now I remembered Mac sitting sulkily on the couch after he got in trouble for peeing on my cushion. Don’t ask me why there is grass in my living room..

Post P Meditation.

Swings

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awesome, chains, dark, fly, grass, hop, night, playground, sand, set, swing

So I really like to swing. I was thinking about this earlier today, and I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t attracted to swings. If I see a swing set, I always reevaluate my previous path, and consider if there is time for a swing. I can’t say where this affliction comes from. The need to go back and forth and back and forth. Especially at night. I love to swing at night, when the playground is abandoned save for me. It is this weird attraction to sensations of it. It is like meditating and flying and running and forgetting all in one. Something about the fluctuating velocities and the wind. The novelity of meeting friends at the “set” is absurdly enjoyable. The best swings are the ones in the middle of nowhere, that have no distinuishable age, no accompaning  baby safe swings or monkey bars, just swings in the middle of grass nothing.  The hop. The taller the swing the harder it is to hit the hop. The chains in your hand are the best when it is cold. You don’t want to touch at first,but then you can’t help but tighten your grip til the metal is flush in your palm. The vague feeling of uneasiness due to rust coating. great.

whoever designed the swing is my favorite designer, no fucking contest.