I wish that I was cool enough to be called Beenis Beendarion…
The spots are a disease. You must run.
The universe that this thing comes from is all flash and no substance.
I don’t know why they’re turning their nose up at me. It was their grandparents who made the family fortune.
I don’t know what it is. All I know is that I love it.
Why would I draw something that would make my own eyes bleed!?