So I tend to play pretty harmless pranks on my roommate that I know they'll enjoy. Taping a Miku to the ceiling, Guts Man's ass on the door, you know harmless stuff all in pretty obvious places. So imagine my surprise when I feel something weird under my desk and I see THIS
I am always being subjected to spamton ass and apparently this had been there for THREE MONTHS
Futuristic User Interface 02:
Retro-Futuristic Analog Devices
the heavy machinery when I'm on pain meds and not supposed to be operating them
eclectic taste (not to be confused with good taste) is the only thing you actually need to be a good artist. i don't care if you like the right things, i literally only care abt the multitude of experiences and practices you have ingested.