So here’s a sketch. Been doing a lot of these, these little glimpses of what is clearly the Wall of Memory. Relaxing as anything can be just drawing this stuff, always has been. Screw-riddled flesh is as good a gateway to a zen state as anything, I figure. Some people have a glass of wine before bed, some people sketch writhing horrors. I’ve got a few piled up now, and I imagine I’ll ink them at some point and then cook them up and eat’em. Not entirely certain. I’m sure if I get enough of these done I’ll deposit them somewhere for people to find them, but I’m not quite there yet.
Anyhow, I know I don’t usually just put sketches up all willy nilly, but, like the Wall itself, a little peak can’t hurt. Maybe I have that completely wrong.
You should probably stop looking.