Had A Thought And Needed To Draw It

are you five nights at fucking kidding me

British Beef Sencen

Something I made while dealing with my own stuff and hoping drawing this would pick me up somehow. Maybe it worked.

FT my cat. His name is Mischief

switching ships immediately. can't believe I didn't know about this compelling evidence for sokeefe. 😔

sorry everyone the madness continues, with no foreseeable end in sight.

its okay floyd i'll draw ur humansona with his tits out i'm not afraid.

keefe would eat up that "rating things my mom has done" trend in tiktok

0/10 tried to kill me (what the flip gisela not cool)

-100/10 kidnapped and tortured my gf and her best friend (seriously what the fuck ma?)

1/10 did weird experiments on me (got photographic memory still pretty fucked)

3/10 organised a ring fight with me and the ogre king (was bedridden for like a week but it got me a cool bodyguard/older sister so)

-12/10 put MULTIPLE tracking devices on me (alexa play somebody's watching me by rockwell)

8/10 involved my dad in illegal activity then erased his memories of it (lmfao it got him fired get fucked loser)

-2/10 sealed a bunch of evil shit with my blood (use your own blood bitch what the fuck??)

-200/10 killed enough people to be considered a serial killer (bro thinks shes american psycho)

3/10 killed a psycho murderer in front of me and my friends (i mean like she was insane and deserved it but still ruined the vibe 🙄)

-100/10 emotionally abused and manipulated me all my life (thanks for the trauma i need it for my art)

-69/10 tried to flood a whole city with me and my friends in it (cant she get a normal hobby)

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

He has forever to get it right.

All 13 full moons of 2023