Cobwebs all over the blog, but I am here doing a cleaning of sorts.
Well, not really. I just thought I should share what I have been preoccupied with to fuel the flames of existential fire. Scratch that. What a load of crap. But this existential crack is true, you feel it every time a cockroach gets squished and you realize you now have to wash the vermin/carcass off your hands.
Without further ado, here are photos/my submission to the new hobby I am exploring.
Ladies and gentlemen, cringe.
I welcome all comments--violent ones, ass-kissing ones, pleasant ones, honest ones, fabricated ones.Just go ahead and criticize, ok? Massive thanks.
(Copyright CJAKUT because I say so. Hahahaha.)