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so i had this art show

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AND IT WAS FANTASTIC!

beluga looks so happy!

Thank you to all the loving fans and friends and gorgonians who made it out! We enjoyed food, we enjoyed wine, and we enjoyed art. And then I slept for 14 hours.

I also learned about my origin story! Apparently, like a pearl from a clam, I emerged through the irritations I caused my mother. Without irritation, it seems, there can be no art.

look mom! it’s me!

If_you’re in Seattle, don’t forget to check me the fuck out! Gamma Ray Games, through the month of March, 2012. The apocalypse is here. And it’s wet and salty, in all the best ways.

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And now I have time to do the things I love. Which mainly involve drinking coffeewine and painting sassy clams and shit.
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I love you.

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❤ Care

let’s talk about seattle for a second

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Look: I live in Seattle. It is a well known and popular fact that Seattle is a right rainy mess and one should never leave the house without an umbrella. It is also understood that anyone who walks with an umbrella in Seattle is an incompetent fop.

After realizing that my life in Seattle was going to be spent either underwater or under judgement, I opted for the first adopted an octopus to keep me company in all the ensuing underwater madness (although I may have been trying to buy an umbrella and simply misspoke).

Now (like any normal octopus owner) I take it on regular walks, outings, and excursions. All in the rain of course. I wouldn’t want my dear Umbrella drying out which is why I hate it when it stops raining in Seattle. If we’ve been out walking, I have to take my poor octopus on the bus to go home as soon as possible, or Umbrella the octo gets just so cranky. It is also a well known fact that you can’t take an octo on a fixie (which of course I ride).

If there is any universal truth to our world, it is this and only this: octopi and busses don’t mix. Oh, that and never carry an umbrella you aren’t willing to abandon when the weather changes.

why are we even talking about this?

BY THE WAY. If you do happen to live in Seattle, make sure you continue to live here through March. I will be part of the Capitol Hill Art Walk on March 8th.

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, don’t worry. Not all of us are hip Seattlites. It doesn’t mean I’m judging you.

REALLY.

narwhals are the best thing forever

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Let me tell you a story.

One night a very long time ago, back when I was a different person (last night to be precise) I came home to my apartment, which is a smallish one bedroom in Seattle. My life will forever be divided into the ‘before’ and ‘after.’

Feeling sleepy, lazy, and–I’m not going to lie–a little horny, I took to a bottle of red wine like a puffin takes to unprofessionalism and started doodling.

Take this as a reminder never to drink and draw.

Sometimes when you doodle, important questions spring to mind. Important questions that shouldn’t be asked. Questions about color and perspective, about whether Dali’s mustache was a demon, and about whether it’s more fun to hate on or defend modern art.

Questions like would you rather fuck the aurora borealis or a rainbow. Excuse me, would you rather fuck a rainbow with a mullet? YES or VERY YES. Party in the back indeed.

Oh, and by the way, you’re a flying fucking narwhal.

YOU’RE WELCOME WORLD

very fuck yes
very fuck yes

By the way–which one would you rather fuck? I’m torn. In the worst possible way.

this is what i think of adulthood

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Adulthood blows. You have to make all of your own appointments, buy enough groceries (but not too much), and obtain your own hallucinogenic drugs. In fact, adulthood makes you take so many drugs you end up painting rainbow sunsets and sleeping for 20 hours. You think you’re a hipster octopus in love with a happy mushroom, but the shroom’s only interested in flirting with the birds, and that would be awesome, but it’s not real.

F that.

real life like the show?