Pencil, pigma micron pen, and Prisma premier markers.
We need peace. We need peace between each other. We need peace in our minds. We need peace in our world.
Everyone is going through their own personal journey. We all just want to survive and thrive in this lifetime. Instead of always focusing on the negatives, why not live your best life and encourage others to do the same? We are powerful when we come together in love and can accomplish great things. Be kind to one another and live your life!
"Interstellar Party Feller"
Pencil, pigma micron pens, and Prisma premier markers.
Hugo Heifferhon was always the life of the parties that he attended (which was a lot). But his party going got kicked up to the next level when he met Dr Orongulous. Dr. Orongulous used to work for N.A.S.A developing inter-dimensional portals. Just as the Doctor made a breakthrough, his department's funding was cut and shut down immediately. He had to hide the work he could fit on his person without being seen to continue on his own. Dr. O was able to recreate a slightly less perfected in construction in his garage. This would work for his plans short term to make money. In order to go as far into other dimensions that Dr. O is trying to go he would need a great sum of money to fund that size portal. That is why Hugo and many other youths in SthrathersVille would pay Dr. O $200 a pass through the portal to Rothos the party dimension for 20 human minutes which would be equal to 48 hours in Rothos.
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I took a nicer photo of my Devil/Angel drawing I did for inktober!! I don't think I took good photos of my inktobers back then, so I wanted to do them again!! I had this idea for a while, though I'll be posting those on my tumblr soon!! And I'm starting that by submitting it for #featuremecyarine !!
I just added more originals to Etsy, including drawings I posted this week. For the next week (until the 23rd) I will upgrade your order to 2 day delivery for no extra charge on any orders of an original drawing. #originaldrawing
Pocket full of posies:
Air And Angels-
Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,
Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be;
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing I did see.
But since my soul, whose child love is,
Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
More subtle than the parent is,
Love must not be, but take a body too;
And therefore what thou wert, and who,
I bid love ask, and now
That it assume thy body I allow,
And fix itself to thy lip, eye, and brow.
Whilst thus to ballast love I thought,
And so more steadily to have gone,
With wares which would sink admiration,
I saw I had love's pinnace overfraught
Every thy hair for love to work upon
Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;
For, nor in nothing, nor in things
Extreme and scatt'ring bright, can love inhere.
Then as an angel, face and wings
Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,
So thy love may be my love's sphere.
Just such disparity
As is 'twixt air and angel's purity, 'Twixt women's love and men's will ever be.
by John Donne