YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

Really the first thing I have to do if I want to be serious is I have to sculpt some references. I'm a much better sculpter than illustrator so it'll be a breeze to make some asses but I have to clean up my work space first and so I'm putting it off (bad).

I hate drawing ugly fucking shit that looks like a retard made it

The thing that holds me back as an artist is my stubborn refusal to properly use references to plot lines out. I feel like a cheater, a fraud, any time I do that. I have this wrong thought that if I'm not a human copying machine, perfectly drawing anything from memory and without sketching it out, that I should just kill myself.

Why y'all be makin my dick hard

If parents weren't pieces of shit they would listen to their kids when they say things like democracy is a lie, or that we are enslaved. They just go "Yes yes that's nice dear".

Man imagine the shit Spongebob would have to go through to become capable of raping Sandy or Mrs. Puff. Sad af.

The fact that "fraud" is illegal but "lying" is not is evidence of the bullshit we are living under. Fraud is lying. Lying is fraud. What the fuck?

This isn't to say that self harm makes you a bad person, just that it was a factor in these instances. Really what was the final straw was that these people were disingenuous to an unacceptable degree.

Every time I thought I found an enclave of my tribe irl they turned out to be self harming self hating maniacs who I then had to distance myself from.

They entered the house of horrors, not sure what they would face. The last team stopped responding after making contact inside. It looked like a butchers shop. There was blood on the floor, enough to reach past the soles of their boots. This wasn't possible. No person could do this, and there were no explosions, this didn't make sense. Limbs and pieces were scattered, nobody was intact. Just when they were reporting on what they were seeing, a loud clicking noise was heard. It sounded like a latch snapping open. It was followed by more rapid, successive clicks, like a fishing reel. It was then that the door they entered through locked shut, automatically. They desperately and fearfully tried to radio out, but all they got was static. They were afraid, they didn't want to die like their comrades had, ripped apart in some unknown room. They were frozen, waiting for the attack to come. That's when they realized the clicking had stopped. It was quiet. When the thing came, it came fast, and it came hard. It was small. As big as a medium dog. It attacks the legs first. It uses its own body as a ram. And once in the midst, it turns, and twists, like a blender, and it shreds. Their guns can't help them. Their armor can't help them. Their training definitely can't help them, they were never trained for this, they don't even know what it is. Their final moments will be loud.

Ok so I took a break from drawing for over a year but I'm feeling more motivated to draw again. I've looked at a lot of human bodies and have started to notice things I didn't before, and my horny levels are becoming more manageable, so I want to try and see what I can do now.

Some things that I enjoy which are not sense perceptions:
Peace
Tranquility
Hope
Compassion
Love
Pride

Samesex body count isn't the same as opposite sex bodycount. I don't care how many girls a chick has slept with but too many guys is a problem.

Brother sister couples are wholesome and I'm tired of pretending they're not

I'M TIRED OF SOCIETY AND THEIR FAT SHAMING! STOP SHAMING CHUBS AND CHASERS!

DISCLAIMER: I don't actually masturbate to these thoughts, they really are intrusive and don't turn me on

Tbh these thoughts actually make me laugh hysterically at how fucked up I am

Shutup brain

My brain: OOOOOOH BLACK DADDY, DON'T GIVE ME THE BBC, I'M RACIST, KEEP IT AWAY, OH NO IT'S GOING IN ALL THE WAY OHMYGOD! STAHPIT! AHH MY BUTTHOLE FELL OUT! IT'S LIKE BEING RAPED BY A MECCA! MY WEINER IS TINY AND FLACID AND WHITE! OOOOOOOH

Intrusive fucking thoughts get out!