So he can make friends with the weirdly sexy anthromorphosized spider?

Nope.

Its’ bark?

Moe moes moe moes moes moe Moe’s moe moe moe.

An attempt to block the Republican prole army?

Submit to The Koans!

There are scenes where you can very much see the rolls being made and how the “players” are dealing with them. And I like that a lot about it.

Paint mostly. Although my art has taken a bit of a Beksińskian bent of late, so I might have to switch activities.

My neocortex. It’s busted anyways and just jacking up other shit with its nonsense.

Love the juxtoposition of those last two pics.

I was chosen.

Triangle Vomitorium.

Ah yes… The Nature Hole.

“Bomb 'em if you got 'em.”

Steal one, then turn it into a bug factory.

There’s so many here at the Rustbolt homestead.

It’s like Lampyridae Ft. Lauderdale.

That article is authored by a person with two cities as their name.

Draw an analog clock, with the hands showing 8:15.

Schedule regular mid-morning Monday massages.

Okay kids… let’s go!

His dad’s an Eastern European basketball player, he can’t help it.