TheRabbit

Cannabis enthusiasts that preach the innocence of recreational shrooms have never been high enough to experience a dystopian universe on their coffee table as a micro person for 6 days in 3 minutes. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. But i would do it again.

No one should ever play earthworm jim again. @SEGA

I am going to paint my magnum opus on the shell of a cockroach. This will be the one and only canvas to survive a nuclear apocalypse. Wall-E I love digital art. Organic is the only immortal.

Twitter is a parasite.

I just realized I only have a job if I work. I’m only poor if I count my money. I’m on an island if I don’t look outside. I can have nothing to do that I don’t want to. I’ve decided that I am sane, and I can create all day. Every day. Thanks Schrödinger for the imagination.

I know I’ve never felt this way. I don’t know a song to get me through it.

What country do you tell twitter you’re in?

Can someone just come and create with me?!?!

Unfinished.

I’m running for Congress. 🙂

I need an artist friend that I can text and be like “come over and draw with me” And they do.

My artistic value will not be defined while I am alive.

My daughter’s first birthday party is tomorrow. I’ve kept us both alive for an entire year. I’m putting LSD in the punch. I earned it.

I was raised to believe that love conquers all. Unfortunately, my mother was born in the ’50s, and Walt Disney would be 124 years old if he were still alive. They should have known better.

Due to social appropriation I must resign from my position as a human finding laughs in the dark. I would like to publicly apologize for my sense of humor and for sharing these small bits of sunshine I store in my pocket. Please disregard my existence* *disregard this message

Send prayers to us in Florida. Hurricane Milton on the way, and without power for days, there’s no telling what trouble our men will get themselves into.

I’m going to know who I am now soon. I’m becoming friends with her. I’m asking this woman I’ve become who she is and what she likes and what her favorite color is and what her ideal emotions are. I’m going to meet myself again, and I’m going to make her happy.

Show me something new. I’m fucking bored. Stfu w the GM, yall preaching NERD sounding like strippers and politicians. No one wants to scroll through your songs on repeat. Come up with something new. Give me something to read, to look at. I’m an artist. You want new art?! Inspire me! Open my tired eyes! Please. I need you.

I keep my closet a mess, and I keep my twitter black. They remind me that the storm I’ve made of life is nothing compared to the maze in my closet and the darkness on my phone.