So, seemingly I'm expected to turn twenty five soon or something. I'm not sure how this has happened, but I don't approve. Still, if nothing else, I can document this horrific event through those drawing things: Unrelated Nina Simone lyric:
Jack of few trades, master of none; I live in a rickety house where I draw stuff and colour it in. I'm not as twee as this makes me seem. Until I take up knitting.
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AMAZING VULTURES.
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