And he would.  RED EYED like Burninator, flava like a flashlight stuck in a bomb-ass pomegranate.  RED EYED to take on granite, grant wishes and flash beams at the space-jackers.  Asteroid ate like steroids, stayin RED EYED.
Mask courtesy C.J. Hauser.

And he would.  RED EYED like Burninator, flava like a flashlight stuck in a bomb-ass pomegranate.  RED EYED to take on granite, grant wishes and flash beams at the space-jackers.  Asteroid ate like steroids, stayin RED EYED.

Mask courtesy C.J. Hauser.

And he would.  RED EYED like Burninator, flava like a flashlight stuck in a bomb-ass pomegranate.  RED EYED to take on granite, grant wishes and flash beams at the space-jackers.  Asteroid ate like steroids, stayin RED EYED.
Mask courtesy C.J. Hauser.

And he would.  RED EYED like Burninator, flava like a flashlight stuck in a bomb-ass pomegranate.  RED EYED to take on granite, grant wishes and flash beams at the space-jackers.  Asteroid ate like steroids, stayin RED EYED.

Mask courtesy C.J. Hauser.

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The doodles, illustrations, & illuminations of writer Wythe Marschall—culled from countless brown Muji notebooks, cruelly manipulated in Photoshop, & hyperdigitally formatted for YOUR viewing pleasure.

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chronolect.com

My florilegium, or collection of ill quotations:

florillegium

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