thinking about the line “joy can fill an awful lot of a person’s life” makes me very happy and sad at the same time but drawing this purple idiot is def some form of free therapy or some shit (I have a normal therapist don't worry)
like do you ever just short-circuit on a random thought how we constantly reshape and butcher each other just to fit in ? and then this bastard doesn't give a fuck
look at him he's about to drink some pickle juice get tattooed and wreck havoc at this loony bin
queer culture at it's finest