Commission for thebisonking <333
This was for a very good friend of mine! I hope he likes it. :D
Thanks, Tyra!
Let me tell you a story.
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p all of it e
s detrats n
you screw up once l you t
and suddenly it’s al t i
a j u n
h u o g
w s y
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Bad . daY
I’m comatose.
I said good-bye twice today.
Good-bye.
Three.
Commissions
- headshot $45
- bust up $50
- waist up $65
- Hip Up $70
- full body $90
+ Backgrounds
- Simple $20
- Medium $40
- Complex $60
Example: Headshot $45 + Simple Background $20 = $65
If you have a super detailed character, like a character with really elaborate tattoos where not only do I have to draw your character but a bunch of other people on their tattoos it will cost 20-30 dollars extra. Adding an animal, (something small like a bird or a cat or something) will cost 20 dollars extra :star:A large animal (lion, ostrich) will be 30 dollars extra.
paypal- GlicoIchigo@yahoo.com ( You can donate too~ which would make you awesome )
I’m doing this, and you should too.
A new Post Office Project is coming soon!
I’m really excited to be capable of helping others through the use of letter-writing. This is a tremendous event. Thanks to everyone who continues to participate!
I don’t believe anyone should ever be disallowed from using a word.
However, to deny the consequences of their usage suggests poor premeditation.
—
Words are actions. And what couples with them will invariably be a response.
Only the media deals in absolutes.
there are girls
skipping pebbles
across mountaintops
landslides kill drivers
—
rock and metal
rubber and flesh
sputter into a riverbed
(discrimi)Nation
dreams and dreams and dreams and dreams
never have my eyes closed four
London was a messenger betwixt an angry man and a fair lady.
The fair lady, one day, fell out of love with the angry man. Instead, she became a lover of the messenger. She wrote a final letter to inform the angry man her feelings and sent the messenger to deliver it.
The angry man beat the shit out of the messenger and punctured his face using the point of a miniature garden statue.
The messenger fell to the ground, and died.
much of the tickling—trickling
of nagging wonder—thunder-
ing to my eardrums—hum
my made-up song of hope
