I write ugly things.
That’s who I am.
I expel the bad onto paper.
Otherwise it gets stuck in me. Emotional constipation.
That’s probably why people hurt each other.
They need to get rid of it. The ache.
Can’t keep it in. Easiest way to get rid of hurt is to pass it onto someone else.
Most readers like it though. The hurt.
Look at Bukowski and Hemingway. They’re successful. Apart from the alcoholism and suicide.
I don’t understand them all that well.
You’re too young to understand, they tell me.
I don’t know about that.
I think I just don’t understand men who create their own suffering.
I’ve had enough pain. Disease and dead friends and all that.
Good thing for a writer though. To suffer.
Suffering brings validity to narrative.
I hate that.
I hate that perspective only matters if the writer has gone through something horrible.
Suffering adds to character. Solidifies it.
I also hate that.
Identity should not be so fickle.
It should be made of curiosity, interests, relationships, passion, and peace.
It should be made, fostered, cared for.
Not victimized.
But maybe that’s just the way we are.
We must rot so that others will salvage our blossoms.
We must dish out counterfeit pain to remember we are alive.
Mortal.
Look at me, you say, beaten red.
I bleed therefore I am.
I like to think the spine is CRUCIAL for this body and brain to work, because the vast amounts of information it can technically be information overload on his new, very much vulnerable form and kill him in a way
VernonAM - Air Conditioning
I was on Ibis Paint making myself a commission sheet during the outage so I literally didn’t know anything but after finding out about it, I knew what I had to do. Have a low-effort IHNMAIMS art shitpost. AM would so do something like this for funzies.
Not me trying the soft jelly art style for the first time for everyone’s favorite great soft jelly thing
thank you so much for the request! :D I had tons of fun drawing the sillies!
I made you all a friend! It’s Hate Slate AM! And he’s looking so glAM so far! I’m torn between keeping him in this bowl with the crystals or moving him into like a little terrarium with sand and more drab rocks like the book/comic maybe even finding some mini people from the hobby store... what do you think?
I’m planning on finishing the rest of the Hate monologue on his back after I wrap up some gift and owed art but I figured I’d put the iconic part on the front since it’s a bit of a squeeze. Of course he’d want to make Ted go through all the trouble of walking around to read the rest! Fun backstory fact: the crystals and bowl were gifts from my shitty non-consent-respecting ex so this suits “wonderful” memories we have together! Hate! Hate!
1 like= 1 kiss on AM’s head
1 reblog = 1 ex given to AM as a birthday present to make into a great soft jelly thing
Best crossover pair I’ve ever seen( just try and change my mind)
I have no mouth and I must scream has once again put me in a headlock and killed me I stg it’s all I’ve been thinking about all week
I was planning to create a new one, but it’s unlikely that I’ll do it in the near future
Yay! Pop-art!
Someone saw this picture being the wallpaper of my phone and just said: "Yeah, but he actually isn't." That is a misunderstanding.
Descartes identified something self-evident in this statement. If I think, then it cannot be that I do not exist--to put it differently. But then, we can see that the man on the picture is really not there. His place is indicated but he's absent. However, that's the point: it is possible for everything to not be as it is, yet, as long as I think, I exist. And there's obviously no need to prove that because it's a trivial truth. If the man thinks, his existence cannot be doubted, even when it would seem that he doesn't exist.
But there's more!
Granted that if I think, then I am, everything else is contingent. And this image is smartly implying that regardless of the appearances, if and as long as I think, I am.
St. Thomas Acquinas said that everything is perfect that is. It is so because perfection is the most or ultimately desired state of a being. And for every being the most desirable is to be, ergo when something is, then it is perfect. But that perfection stands only inasmuch as something exists. Which means that every human being is a perfect human being.
What's not so easy to see in this, is that while every human being is a perfect human being, it applies only to their beings. So it's easy to understand that every person, not depending on their skin color or culture or language, realizes in their existence the perfection of human existence, that only leads to the conclusion that only in the fact that people exist are they perfect. That means that their actions may be imperfect, just the same, and that would not invalidate the thesis that they are perfect.
In summary, every human being, just because they are, realize the perfection that can describe a human being. So there are no inferior and superior people. Equality is thus, by the nature of things, granted, and any inequality, originating in the imperfection of one, is an illusion. However, that does in no way lead us to the conclusion that the content of any being is perfect. It is false romanticizing and a logical fallacy. Equality is naturally given because everybody fulfils the perfection conveyed in human existence but that is exactly how far equality can be talked of and anything beyond that line will not really be in relation to equality.
I'm glad that even as simple as a wallpaper can have meaning.
The IHNMAIMS radio drama monologue comic is finally done after - checks calendar - FOUR MONTHS? If you spot any style inconsistencies, that's why haha.
Anyways, I love a good disembodied, analogue cluster, cable mismanagement horror AM :)
Behold AM
[close ups~]
His wings are short in the back because they were clipped. He can't fly and he took it out on everyone else.
As cute as Ted is I wanna see more of just AM
He did this to himself…
+ some various doodles
:] ask and you shall receive, thanks for the request