I hate myself. I can't draw. Meet my sketchbook.
Fueled by cigarettes and sunshine.
Rise Againsteyeswhat the fuckpurchase era
My hands are soaking in the blood of angels.
Spring 2012. Purchase.
cigarettefacelessself portraitpurchase era
Self portrait. I didn’t deserve a face.
Winter 2011. Purchase
crazydeep endatomic bombpurchase era
Fall 2011. Purchase.
purchase eralosing my mindcrazyself portrait
There were more of these. They got smudged beyond any hope of recognition.
This is where I start losing it.
It’s kind of an unhealthy obsession. This came out too well for it to have been done by me.
Spring 2011. Purchase.
magical bullshit or whateverself portraitpurchase era
Sometimes I wish I could do this and solve all my problems, I guess.
self portraitpurchase erawhere's the rest of my face
This isn’t that amazing. But I like it.
purchase erapolar bear clubself portrait
I guess I’m an artist who’s confines brought him luck. Choke on second guesses, I know it’s not enough.
Spring 2011. Purchase
self portraitbandits of the acoustic revolutionpurchase era
Watch your mouth, or you’re gonna make a grave mistake. Watch your tongue, or you’re gonna catch a bullet in the head.
I still love this.
brand newpurchase eraself portraitwind
I hope you think of me when you forget your seatbelt. And again, when your head goes through the windshield.
Fall 2010. Purchase.
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