Will, won’t, would, want.

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It would be fair to include, and perhaps serve as a warning to those not familiar with this kind of beast beautifully drawn animal, that Capicorn horns are stimulated by tearing into flesh and other squishy bits, allowing it to filter in blood and such juicy life fluids, creating that chemical reaction in Capicorn’s brain which, giving it much pleasure, increases and accelerates the process while nutrients in its own system are converted into currency, which is then evacuated as a waste-byproduct.

So yeah, no, again. To preempt any such ideas as to somehow compare this to a sex thing. No. It’s not a phallic symbol. Not technically, theoretically or what have you. There’s no if but and or gender about it. It just isn’t.

I’m not making a theme song for that thing. But I did clean up the bandcamp page some.

Capicorn really wouldn’t care about impaling someone it likes. After the killing frenzy willfully overwhelms them, they are no longer themselves. Mechanically driven only to satisfy its urges: it becomes its single purpose. Its mind otherwise just ceases to function. They’re incredibly intelligent and don’t take long to understand that.


DISCLAIMER: The following dialogue is a work of fiction and not by any means an accurate representation of anyone. In no way does it reflect actual existing Capicorn’s, nor the possessed’s for that matter… er, the haunted object of its love’s… I mean, the owner’s, personality.
Using the wholly fabricated mystery which is Capicorn’s gender, it meagrely seeks to entertain by expressing a few things in a hopefully funny manner. Capicorn is obviously way smarter than that, and of course by now has long since matured out of its adolescent erotomania. Gender, as with the many other things not applicable to Capicorn, and others such like, is very much so in the eye of the beholder. Or beholden, whichever works fine. Beholded?

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Why even bother?

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Looking back at the younger years, the usual was having to think real hard about things to say at confession. Now, having unapologetically rejected the afterlife, in firm disbelief of deities and supernatural follies, I wouldn’t need long to recall, for example, the many harms I have wished upon seekers and havers of power, upon those who can afford greed, abusers and the hungry tools who idolize their authority. The things I would condone, the fates laughed at contemptuously, the so many other ways or directions in which I eh … might look… And I suppose I could confess some of those if recounting them would not fill me with such delightful and intense joy as to fervently want them seen reenacted or accomplished.

Not to mention no will to refrain from pursuing or engaging in them any further. No recognition of guilt or acknowledgement of it as being reprehensible behaviour of some kind or another: they’re just thoughts. I’m being honest about what I want here. You know how it goes about people and the things they want, right? Oh dear, curses so sweet to behold, as succulent as any dish, more satisfying than any pleasure the flesh could covet, of the taste to extinguish any and all other desires.
And these aren’t even the things I’d do to them myself if ever given half the chance… but, let us not get into that for now.

Anyway, sometimes it’s just up to the timing, line things up correctly, at just the right price… and…
Bah, after all, what do I know I’m just an old fool, a poor old fool who hasn’t even managed to sell one single damn money shitting magic unicorn in almost a decade. Nothing to see here.

Badly Drawn Animals #41

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This one has been ready for a couple of weeks already, but I’ve been wanting to post two of them at once again. The last details of the next one however are proving quite tedious, so I’ve gone back to paper drawings and earlier drafts of different eh… specimens. After the initial digital phase things tend to get to be more of a grind, my next bout of motivation for that kind of thing should end me up with several more entries to the gallery.

In the meantime, I might roll back the next one I was intending to post here to a previous, simpler variation on the drawing, but more likely that I won’t though. Rather, I’ll just move its number down the list. #41 was going to have more colours, I had altered it to be balanced around 3 colours, but waiting and staring at it a lot I went for the lighter design instead. Read more details on that below the thumbnail, which you can click on for the full image, which is also up on the gallery page.

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bda #36 has an animated version, so it’s also a bda

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Not planning on posting another playlist again this month. Haven’t listened to that many shows at all. All caught up on a few though so I might get one out before the second half of next month. I haven’t been feeling all that great otherwise I have several new items for the bleedleaf digital art section of the website. Keeping up with the guitar practice has been hard enough, but it’s like I said in the previous post except I’ve been getting in a lot more in the few recent days. Might try recording the setlist for a day or two between here and the end of next week. Spent part of the day cleaning the guitar up, the keys needed fixing, and I should have new strings on it tomorrow at some point.

In a couple weeks then, late October at most, I should have a post about my media playlist since August, hopefully over half a dozen new bda and at least a few, plus a decent recording or two with the tuned up guitar. In the meantime, #36, the next instalment in the badly designed animals series of beautifully drawn art is already ready. So much so, it’s going to be an entry in the bleedleaf digital animations category also (ahead of #23, which I’m not sure will ever get done at this point):