If I had a scalp for everyone douche I'd wanted to kill, I'd be a damn surgeon.

Today, I saw a guy - or rather a fucking hipster-bitch tool - show off his weaboo drawings to some chicks who probably wanted his dick after being shown the spectacle of his Japanese inspired penile ejaculation. Of course, I wanted a piece of that action, so I waited. He was sitting, his hands clasping his douchy-as-fuck earphones that were bigger than Yao-Ming and Shaqeal O'Neal's lovechild. So of course I wanted to shit on his little appraising dick-licking parade of his.

I approached this moon-speak-infatuated degenerate and asked if he drew.

"Of course I know how to draw," said the little cunt.

"I asked if you drew, not if your knew how to draw," I retort.

"Well I do," he insisted with this sense of menstrual sass.

"May I scrutinize your drawings(you little shit)?"

-"What?"-

"You little sugar bunny, I said."

He gave his little sketch book with one sparkly gigantic eye on the cover.

"That's me."

"You're dicking me"

Can't you tell? Are you blind?"

"Considering you're a darkie, fully fleshed, a round nose, not limbless, with hair that belongs on the head of metro-sexual dumb-ass, and a fashion sense of a ghono'rheic hipster-bitch from France, I'd say I can't tell."

"Well, you don't have an eye for art."

"You're probably right."

I should've stabbed him in the eye and thrown him in the sand gardens of Okinawa.

FIN

New Sketch. Original Title.

Someone said I was so dull and lame. I disagreed. She gave a rebutted. We both went home. I then ripped my braces off my own face and killed my family. Then I woke up. But all's well. I'm eating a yogurt because braces don't allow you to fucking eat anything. It sucks. I can't think, and I can't draw well because I'm too focused on being aggravated by these intrusive wires of metal in my chrome-dome of a face. Jesus!


Here's a sketch, you twat:

It's not the best I was able to conjure up, and I'll probably get to it later, but right now, I just need to rest.

Rest a reference, jabroni.

I know, I'm a lazy cunt, but think about it: Someone could be masturbating in your sandwich as we speak, or a super-pedophile could be fucking your unborn child whilst your pregnant girlfriend sleeps, or you could have a terribly boring life jerking off to porn all your life, so shut the fuck up because I'll get to it as soon as I can, you troglodyte homunculus.

My problem with the liberal usage of the word "artist."

Maybe it's just me. I surf around, seeing these weaboos and teeny-boppers reveling in their own glittering waste, flattered by the self-proclaimed title of "artist" flung towards their direction by their insane monkey-like. bracelet wearing, sparkly necklace suffocating fans. It's a pretty disgusting site, being they are- for one- not talented whatsoever, and clearly are not paid for their talents.
Their sonic-recolors aren't art. It doesn't convey any original idea or expression meant to arouse of offend. Even their ideas they express with originality, it's executed poorly and rough to begin with.
The anime isn't the thing that pisses me off the most though, it's the refusal to progress that irks me the most. There isn't an inability to be better than what you already are, it's their talented ability to shout "NO" to braces donning face and continue their road to a straight line of progression; no curve being present in their practice.
Just the same recolors. The same fan-art. The same traces. The same swords those America-ho(!) neck-beards draw all the time. The same guns those aforementioned hicks draw all the God-damn tiem. The same spiky hair. The same GIANT FUCKING SPARKLING EYES THAT GLITTER EVEN IN THE DARKNESS. The same faggotry that will continue to ensue even when their next batch of inbred offspring arise from their Naruto sticker, Beach bracelet, J-Pop band t-shirts, shitty anime-infused techno music infested graves.
Maybe it's all just a phase, and I get worked up by small things that shouldn't affect me. I would say it's like cancer, but you can't contract cancer from other people. If anything, it's AIDS.

I reiterate, maybe it's just me.

Regardless,

Desu. Desu never changes.

P.S Picture kind of related: Gotta go fast!

Um, Hello this your mother speaking. I am going to rip your splean from your genitals, now go do your homework!

I don't know what do at this point. I mean I had a great day. My lesbot and I had a riot today, being evil as fuck, contemplating the various deeds we would do to babies, like make them eat their vegetables and make them do their homework. I know, we're evil as Satan on an ice-cream trip.

Well here's my completely half-assed sketch of the day. I'm not proud of it, and neither should you, you bastard.

I've actually been given criticism, which I absorb  like a sponge trying to suck up the God-damn ocean. So thank you, fellow viewers. At this point, I'm gonna have to find some inspiration, but I may not have to look any further, because I have a naked old man standing in front of my house. Ask him if he likes me, but don't say it was me.

Here's the references of your interested, as always:

Woah, HOLY SHIT!!! Double jeopardy up in this bitch!

Hope you enjoy the pictures, you leeches.

I long for a day that I'll be recognized as an exceptional artist from JFK to LAX.

But odds are I'll be living in exile and anonymity, forced to suck the juices of dead, decomposed babies who's wasted excrement could be used somehow, though I wouldn't know - though maybe I would know when I'm that Bohemian bum I speak of; I guess we'll see.

Nice beats that correspond to a MC's flow is just phenomenal. Just take a look at this link.

To call this hip-hop is an understatement. I don't care if hip-hop isn't really your thing, give this song a chance, and I'm certain you'll like it. If you don't, then fuck it we all have different perspectives, it's cool.

Oh and daily sketch:

Another Tyler the Creator fan-sketch I guess. I really like drawing dat black mofo . Maybe it's dem lips, I don't know.

Here's the reference sketch if your interested:

The little sketch under the black-face is just another stock reference, but unfortunately I wasn't able to find it, sorry roody-poos. Regardless, kissy-face bitches. As always, criticism. I really don't give a shit whether it's constructive or not. Do your worst, you punjabi.

Polite blaspheme is like a chaste whore, bro.

Well, it's been almost a week now, and so far so good. I have an audience that's worth writing for - but drawing for? Well, you're gonna have to suck sour lemons bro because I draw on behalf of myself. Seriously, you think you're going to dictate how I handle my shit, bro? Because we can go down, bro! Wanna do this, bro? Maybe I respect you bro? Maybe I tear at the sight of confrontation? How about we make some sweet-sweet love and watch Jesus resurrect...

...these phresh beats! Bro!

Regardless, here's my mashed sketch of the day:

I draw the most expressionless eyes, with little to no personality...ffffffudge!

Welp, here's the reference for any of youz curious:

God, am I one of the few blogs that actuallly manage to post non-weaboo anime bullshit? If so, then - I reiterate - fffffffffffffudge!

Probably not, but I like freaking out like Heaby-Jeabeez.

Regardless, have a great freaking day, my gracious sugar-cokies.

P.S. Jabroni, you jabroni.

Relentless butt-slashing, jabrones.

Well, lately, I'm been slacking like a minority construction worker on a mad stupor, because anything less than drunken retardation is just not ethical. So here's my numbered-SOMETHING(!) sketch of the day

Well here you go you ungrateful son's of mothers:

Well, it's brother Shabazz, commonly known as Malcolm X. It's a reference study from somebody's else illustration of him. I have nothing but respect of El Hajj Malik El Shabazz, and from his story manifested an amalgam of traits that I embraced, though militancy is a small part of it. Regardless, his biopic and his book was a great watch and read, and I highly recommend it. It, surely enough, spurs lots of justified anger and - paradoxically - this inner embrace of not peace, but patience. He's a martyr, not of the same level as Martin Luther King or even Jesus, but he is to an extent that he still changes lives of the young black youth. I encourage that a lot.

Regardless, peace be unto you, my followers, and the world.

Here's the reference:

Fancy girls on Longbeach Boulevard, flagging down in on all these fancy cars.

- That's a hip-hop lyric Credited to Kendrick Lamar. Talented man, that black man is.
- Well heres my numbered-something daily sketch challenge.
- I skipped the weekend because I'm lazy, fat scum of the earth and because wuteva, I do what I want, that's why.
Here you go:

God, I suck so much lemons and limes when it comes to drawing lips, it's not even funny. It's pisses me off like - like a scared toddler having his face dismembered by a thousand sharks, and he pees himself.

Welp, here's the reference. It's a masters study so - you know - sue me. As always, constructive, and hopefully harsh criticism. Tear my ass a new one. Beethoven became a fucking genius because his life wasn't all lily-gagging and sunshine you know. His life was Sadism and Masochism all the way. And he smashed his fucking face with the lid of his own piano because was he couldn't hear his soul-wrenching music, becuase he was terribly deaf. CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?! YOU DEAF DEAD PRICK! I LOVE YOU, YOU ANGRY SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!

I hope you guys enjoyed my shit, and don't forget to critique and read my labels.

I miss my sketchbook :(

Damn it all, I'm nowhere near a scanner. I'm no where near a sketchbook. I don't know what to say. I'm under my sheet, typing this stupid, fucking blog post, stalling for tomorrow till I get my next drawing up here. A Marilyn Monroe portrait I'm staring at is quite pleasing to the eye, and I have no idea where my juice is. I'm pissed, aroused, and lost. I'm hungry, and I have an aching for a veggie burger. As I watch Al Bundy do his thing on a clip from Married With Children, I stand here - actaully laying here - realizing how fucked the 90's was, and I'm glad I live in the 21st century. No more fears of a nuclear winter, but fears of a lack of purified water in the late 21st century. Shit, looks like the Fallout universe will inevitably be a reality. I would ask for Fatman, to nuke the orange, Godless-mutants of the night, but I'm standing right here [Fat joke, jabroni].

I miss my daughter, and most of all, I miss my wife. As I now sit here in this small cage, I etch the days left I have in this forsaken hell-hole of a room.

Day potatoe.

Well, well. Here's my third daily challenge sketch, you orangutans.

 

I'm a fan of Tyler the Creator,  and an even bigger fan when he is an two-man wolf-pack with his younger successor, Earl Sweatshirt. Wolf Hayley is one vicious mother-fucker.

Here's the reference gais:

I tend to stroll by when drawing black people. I don't know why. I guess it's just fun coloring them in, and I lose track of time, thus enabling a zen-like status in me. It's pretty rad.

This marks the end of my week. I shall return Monday. I hope my readers have a great weekend, and don't spend your money on hookers and blow in a single night, because that's just not economically wise. Get it together, people.

I'm out, jabronis. 

[That's my word now: jabronis. You have a problem with that, then go say hi to your mother for me!]

Holy smokes, jabroni!

The fact that I'm getting followers means I'm doing something right.


Thanks guys. Hopefully you'll enjoy my many to come etches, sketches, and drawings of penises. Nothing but big vein riddled, penises. Just kidding,  broshephs.

Seriously, you may come in a few numbers, but followers is all I could ever hope for.

Thank you guys, seriously, and hopefully you'll enjoy my drawings enough that you'll want to have your way with me like one of your Ethiopian girls, post-apartheid. That was offensive, I'm sorry, people

Today isn't over, and I haven't contributed my daily sketch yet, so I'll shall return my gracious moon-pies.

Till then, I must away.

A retrospective.

A long time ago, before Deus Ex: Human Revolution's release, I was an excited Eidos Montreal fanboy, even though I never played the original Deus Ex to begin with(what a shame.) But I was so in love with Adam Jensen that I drew him...alot

So here's one of the few of my shitty drawings that were made a year ago. AHO!

Then there's this SUPER AWESOME MIDDLE EASTERN DUDE PICKING AT A SCHMOOPEL(Pronounced sh-moo-pull)! Yeah, jabroni!

I seriously don't know why I love this sketch; maybe it's because in the original picture, the guy's not even smiling, but I drew him in a way that just presents him so tranquil as HE DECIMATES A SMALL, LITTLE INNOCENT FRUIT WITH HIS THICK, HARD-AS-STONE SAUSAGE FINGERS!!!

I don't know about you, but that's gangster, yo.

UPDATE: In case you're wondering...

There's my references, brothers.

Call me a chinchilla, you Trick-ass-marks.

Here's a face sketch of someone I found on the internet. And next to her face is a light etching of the Dali Lama, which was completly half-assed.

I'm surprised I still got it, because I haven't drawn just faces in a while. It's still not exceptional work yet, but it'll get the juices flowing.

When I get back from my endeavors, I'll make sure to post the reference photo.

UPDATE: Here it is.

Wow, comparing these two images, my sketch looks like decaying compost heap. Well I guess I need to improve, right?

I'm so ecstatic that I have my blog in place, that I decided to give a taste of my fine-skills in the Arts. Well - there you go. It's the best I could do, damn it! Trust me, next time, you'll  be overwhelmed by my super-laborious drawing skills. Man, trust, yo! I still don't know what to make this blog about. Actaully I do. I lied. I'm sorry. I love you, bro! I'm going to try to update my Blog with most of my drawings. Currently. Like - seriously- current drawings. Today, I just don't got the time. I sincerely apologize my non-readers for now.

Till next time,

The Jude Dude. [Wow, that was truly lame. Now that I apologize for.]

How Arbitrary.

It's been tough, but I managed to actually come by and create a blog. A very poorly thought out, thumb-nail of a blog, but I managed to make it. I'm proud of it. I still definitely need to make some tweeks not here and there, but everywhere. So I should probably get to it.

Arbitrary first blog post of-a-thousand update Ah-GO!