so as not to wake it from its slumber
and watch the light play on the foliage
of the forest upon its back
cue screams of terror i guess
(ignore the guy at the top he's going to die soon)
sometimes artist and always writer (the grind never stops) who's decided to make a website for themselves! Yes, there's going to be writing. Yes, there's going to be doodles and oodles of the little guys in my head. There's a lot of them. One day my brain decided to start making them as a coping mechanism and to the terror of the populace, it's never stopped.
i have so many interests and if you tell me about yours they're mine now too, cool i guess. i love consuming media of all forms. the crunch of glass and metal grinding beneath my teeth as electricity sizzles on my tongue--uh. I mean. I. I love DnD and medicine and I love reading I love coding and I love the joy of being alive and I love--
here's some questions I asked myself and then answered for no reason because I'm alone in my own head and you need to share the agony of this prison sentence with me too:
bigtreesmallboy, what--why--?
for the love of the game, of course.
big tree. do your stories deal with heavy topics and people should understand this before reading? do you like digging into the viscera of humanity and presenting it, bleeding ichor and still pulsing slightly, for the whole world to see? why is it so easy to tell exactly what's wrong with your decaying cerebellum by reading your stories?
yes! yes, of course! wait, what--
small boy. are you small or a boy. what the balls.
i am smaller than a tree. balls are pretty cool i like when they're made from tapioca and put in my mouth.
wait are you here to hear about more of my interests? wowzers! okay so recently I've been OBSESSED with the vicious savagery and overwhelming love of being eaten and digested by another--[a single bullet tears through my skull. the sniper. they finally found me.]