Littleghost
Oh, Frickenstein.
I'm not 100% sure what this is, I suppose it's more of an experiment for me; nothing sinister of course, in fact it doesn't really have anything to do with anybody else. So if anyone is going to read it, I apologize in advance; there'll no doubt be a lot of context missing and a bunch of random stuff that might not mean much even given context, but that's more or less how it goes with me.
Being that this is more of a 'monologue' thread, I don't really expect any responses or at least I'm not looking for any, and so I apologize in advance if you do comment. The odds are I won't reply, maybe I will on whim, but it's nothing personal at least towards (hypothetical) you, just kind of having a more visual thought to myself. But maybe you're a good natured gambler, so go ahead.
The title of the thread's a bit of a play off of a book from a favorite author I almost read but got distracted. So apart from the fact that I like to do art and there'll be scribblings of different kinds it doesn't have much bearing on anything. Apparently the 'crap' in the book refers to junk or salvage.
There, that's about all the explanation you can expect from me.
Being that this is more of a 'monologue' thread, I don't really expect any responses or at least I'm not looking for any, and so I apologize in advance if you do comment. The odds are I won't reply, maybe I will on whim, but it's nothing personal at least towards (hypothetical) you, just kind of having a more visual thought to myself. But maybe you're a good natured gambler, so go ahead.
The title of the thread's a bit of a play off of a book from a favorite author I almost read but got distracted. So apart from the fact that I like to do art and there'll be scribblings of different kinds it doesn't have much bearing on anything. Apparently the 'crap' in the book refers to junk or salvage.
There, that's about all the explanation you can expect from me.
