Why do I always do things that I kinda actually like on crappy paper riddled with unrelated notes? Well I'll tell you, self, since you asked. It's all in your head. (Is it somehow relevant that this was done in philosophy class? Yeah. Probably. Subconcious GO GO GO)

It's that strange combination of sleep deprivation and caffeine that I wish I could bottle for artistic utilization at all times. Sigh.

Yeah I tried to work some of the notes into the picture. Everything is already pre-justified in any number of alternate universes. I just have to get comfortable there.

Biomechanical organisms. Whoa.

Side note: For me this bears some conceptual resemblance of furry to me. SO YEAH

Another side note: I like oddly cropped images.