all the blondes of fantasies
and just like that the book stack painting is SOLD.
still in progress both of these. cid stepped in some maroon paint and i had to chase him around with a bundle of wet napkins, guess how he took to that ugh.
time to tidy the junk chair.
the bad kids are in the park right now i totally wouldn’t mind at all if every single one of ‘em burst into painful agonizing flames newp, wouldn’t bat an eyelash. i’m sorry but there is just something amazingly irritating about on the cusp of puberty boys’ screeching voices, yelling at the top of their lungs for no &%#$^# reason and banging shit like crazy against trees and every single metal piece of the park. i need to move into a hot air balloon far far away from here. oh nice they’ve moved on to whistling now.
i must have a proper finished product photo of it somewhere.