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: