After a long hiatus, I've decided to rejoin the critical madness that is the threadless way of life. I've gotten away from the Invader Zim style of drawing somewhat and have the peckishness for tee-design once again. I'm looking forward to my 1.21 to 2.25 scores repeating their sad requiem and singing my hopes of a printed design into a gutter with a bottle of Mad Dog 20-20. I'll be placing all designs into the critique section before submission from now on, in hopes that I will have the opportunity for creative improvement. Wish me luck, dog my peccadilloes, bless my lucky shots.
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I haven't submitted any photos. I guess I don't want free money.
My designs           All about me
I'm just a punk-rock Fozzie bear with a hippie streak that calls me out every morning and hits me in the gut with a fist wrapped in my own troubles and a baseball bat made out of my peccadillos. After I lie, bleeding the songs of my past in a pool of my mistaken identity for an hour or two, the ghost of my hopes and dreams passes by to rub the salt of confusion into my spiritual wounds and kick me in the emotional genitals. Finally some wayward moment of responsible thought will carry my broken body and pride to the local hospital of truth where I get a few shots of common sense, a cast on my broken heart, and some pills of friendship. And every night as I lay my swollen head on the pillow of ignorance I realize that analogies make me tired.
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Dec 27 '07 by
