If you got it, rock it.
Art
Beaker’s dad never approved of his career choice…
Hang around a saint long enough, he gets your goat. Your goat knew all along…
Fleedel marveled at the otherness of the new dimension…
Even for a horse, Bobby had a long face. He never asked why.
Conundrum
A humble writing utensil’s dream…
Sorry for the radio-silence
Dear People who read, look at and follow my tiny blog, I’m sorry for the irregular postings. At the moment I am healing from an injury and drawing has become painful. This is why my posts have been so sporadic. I hope to recover soon and resume my daily posts. Hope you all have a lovely May!
Love, T
Toverwolf 