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I have piles of non-finished sketches and illustrations of what-not, maybe not-what’s, perhaps even some what-what’s and a whole mess of what-if’s.
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Here is a doodle-sketch. I always find myself roaming off with some little bag-design scribble.
I have piles of non-finished sketches and illustrations of what-not, maybe not-what’s, perhaps even some what-what’s and a whole mess of what-if’s.
Here is a doodle-sketch. I always find myself roaming off with some little bag-design scribble.
now….im not positive of that statement but some part of brain or whatever passed through it for a moment…agrees with it.
"it's all fun and games till someone gets hurt"
"Well, not really. It all depends on the severity of the injury and of course, who was injured. A little boo-boo is not gonna stop the party and no one cares if an asshole is limping or bleeding."