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Still a work in progress, but who knows when I’ll get back to it. So here ya go! Thinking about turning it into a painting eventually. @w@

Board I painted for a friend. It’s real fance for something that’s gonna get some street grime n grind, but it’s mostly going to be used for cruisin, not trickin.

Wanna commission? Message: facebook.com/humdropart

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Novemeber 17th
La luna se ha descendido a bendecir mis lágrimas

humdropcalendar:

Novemeber 17th

La luna se ha descendido a bendecir mis lágrimas

One of my purf kitties.
Does getting a cat high on catnip-laced Rorschachs count as art? w.e. art-tumblr have this you want it -v-!

Oh yeah and I make collage buttons out of pressed flowers and letters sometimes.

Gah I&#8217;m so bad at uploading things, here&#8217;s an old thing!Poster I made in 2012 for an artshow//punkshow I organized that was horror themed.

"boots cats booty party boots cats booty party buckets cats buckets cats boot boot boot cats cats cats"

I’m learning to beatbox and it is the funnest thing ever.


Woo! Scans of an 8-page mini-zine I made for a class presentation on Paulo Freire. Everyone loved it and I cant wait to make a bunch of copies and shower them all over! More people my age need to know this man.

Paulo Freire all up in mah sketchbook, liberating my pages n shit.
No but rly I&#8217;m making a sweet mini-zine I&#8217;ll post soon~
Reblog from my other tumblr. More for the attached poem than the doodle.sleepyscribblescalendar:

September 16
Sweet tobacco, cumin, a downpour of dogwood flowers
soft, supple, cool, layered like the folds of the Earth, cut by highways
warm pink enveloper, red curled and sun-kissed
little lights quiver on long black lines, not quite ready to slide
it’s intense, a sensory overload, the wind cradles my fingers from side to side
rustling, begging, the night sky tied up and bleached
listen, she’s there, shivering in the sauna
that cavernous chest lined in blue velvet
black details, yellow bulbs, shuddering hand-stitched corners
This heavy cloth carries my breath, gingered and moist
and yet the fibers remain fertile with portals
drumming, lull, sieves in the ear, slipping back, sliding…
there are red lights, i am draped in black odorous love
absolutely drunk on memory, my face to a soft grey dip
the cotton waves over my tonsils, it covers every taste bud
it feels like smoking a whole cigarette when the habit isn’t yours
high and time-sick, hungry, nauseous, and chapped-lipped
there’s no resolution here, there is only tea and the tedious line
life, linear time, what lies of consciousness.

Reblog from my other tumblr. More for the attached poem than the doodle.

sleepyscribblescalendar
:

September 16

Sweet tobacco, cumin, a downpour of dogwood flowers

soft, supple, cool, layered like the folds of the Earth, cut by highways

warm pink enveloper, red curled and sun-kissed

little lights quiver on long black lines, not quite ready to slide

it’s intense, a sensory overload, the wind cradles my fingers from side to side

rustling, begging, the night sky tied up and bleached

listen, she’s there, shivering in the sauna

that cavernous chest lined in blue velvet

black details, yellow bulbs, shuddering hand-stitched corners

This heavy cloth carries my breath, gingered and moist

and yet the fibers remain fertile with portals

drumming, lull, sieves in the ear, slipping back, sliding…

there are red lights, i am draped in black odorous love

absolutely drunk on memory, my face to a soft grey dip

the cotton waves over my tonsils, it covers every taste bud

it feels like smoking a whole cigarette when the habit isn’t yours

high and time-sick, hungry, nauseous, and chapped-lipped

there’s no resolution here, there is only tea and the tedious line

life, linear time, what lies of consciousness.

(Source: humdropcalendar)