I can't quite figure out if their horns or wings on "whateverhisnameis". I mean, I always assumed they were horns, but it's just occurred to me that I might be wrong.
Anyway, love the last picture. Don't know why. I think it's the linework and shading.
When I died, I experienced life so fully and so thoroughly that it will take me an entire lifetime to sort it all out. So when I woke up, I found the 'unlife' rather dull, providing me little to no insight as I tried to pick through my experiences. That is, until, I got tired of thinking.
Bored, I searched for something to make my 'unlife' something more enjoyable, something to make the heinous task of figuring out what 'it all meant' more bearable.
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I can't quite figure out if their horns or wings on "whateverhisnameis". I mean, I always assumed they were horns, but it's just occurred to me that I might be wrong.
Anyway, love the last picture. Don't know why. I think it's the linework and shading.
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