The other day I looked back through my art because I remember getting so good at interesting angles and anatomy a few years ago and then stopped. Turns out the reason I stopped was because i started drawing fat fetish art for money

down the block one way, they kidnapped a woman, leaving her smashed car abandoned in the road. down the block the other way, they brutalized a man at a nearby gas station, dragging his limp body away.

they pulled up in front of my place of work today, blocking traffic at a major intersection. causing panic and confusion. we hurriedly ushered people inside and locked our doors. observers started gathering within moments.