She’s just painted her toenails and she likes the way they look.
Autocorrect said, “Painting Tonsils.” I hate letting autocorrect down. Maybe the next one should be that.
I haven’t drawn with real ink in so long, I forgot how tricky it is. I accidentally blooped a big drop on her hair! Fortunately I have many tricks up my sleeve now, and was able to hide it.
I don’t like this drawing very much. I think that’s why I keep blathering about it.
I missed a couple of posts because of Labor Day, or at least that was the plan, but then our Internet broke. So I missed a couple of posts because the Internet broke. That’s a better excuse.
day by day
I decay
pieces of me
fall away
clip
what once was white
now is yellow
clip
wash away
the filth
smooth
the jagged edges
clip
again I look
fresh, young
clip
appearances
can be deceiving
I was clipping my toenails and I thought, wouldn’t it be funny to write a poem about something as dumb as clipping your toenails? And then I thought, it would be even funnier if it was actually good… let’s give it a shot. This was the melodramatic result.
Fresh Hell 