Im literally addicted to taking the jobs away from artists who would otherwise creating dozens of newborn puppy eyes closed on its back wearing an armani suit, smoking cuban cigar and holding glass of bourbon images by using dall e
Well the thing is I get off on the idea of a starving artist having to eat a single pea on a plate for dinner every night because i decided not to commission them to photograph newborn puppies smoking premium cigars
i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.
As in like what was the default thing you would draw on the margins when you were in class and had no creative ideas? Personally I was a wings and eyes kid. Usually wings though.
