_{Many people ask me, "How in the fuck did you make that?"}^{I always say, "It's a secret, fuck off."}

Today

^{Everything Changes}

First, allow me to introduce myself.

My name is @NoNamesLeftToUse The Writer/Artist Himself and no, there is not supposed to be a comma after @NoNamesLeftToUse.

Do you call your kid: Jimmy, Jimbob Jones?

No. You don't.

If my name only makes your grammar police eyelids twitch, that is no fault of mine.

Moving On

^{Why are you looking at me like that?}

Today I would like to dive deep inside my bag of secret artistic type tricks and pull out a magic explanation.

Nobody seems to know how I do what I do and I think it's starting to piss people off.

Pissed off people are not good for business. Everyone knows that.

Some people went to school for thousands of years and still can't seem to figure out how I do something even as simple as a basic line.

They get angry when they look at their student loan bills, then look at me, then back at their student loan bills.

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What the fuck, man?

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It's not my fault they went to school to learn how to draw cows by the barn with a silo in the distance along with two lovers sharing a bottle of wine they must have plucked from that picnic basket.

The underground outsider artist does not share the imagination of their master.

They get to use their own brains and nobody is going to come along to slap them on the hand or across the face with a meter stick that looks like it's been around the block a few times.

Nobody is showing up to ask something like, "Hey, would you like a muffin?" Then you say, "Yeah, sure. I like muffins." Then they say, "Well, too bad. You need to learn how to paint a barn first, asshole."

Nobody steals my lunch either.

There's nothing worse than a lunch thief.

It Sucks

When you spend all evening making a ham sandwich with cheese, lettuce, some mustard and a bit of pepper; you want to be able to eat it.

It's bad enough those student loan bills just keep piling up. Now someone is taking your goddamn ham sandwiches!

Who Does That?

^{I'm not sure because I don't have to deal with that shit.}

Anyway.

It looks like we're almost out of time.

I won't be able to show you how I do my lines today but luckily for me; I had this sitting in the oven, ready to go.

Magic Explanation

I'd Say

The lines are clearly visible. It shouldn't be hard to figure out how I made that so I won't go into depth explaining the Magic Explanation.

You might want to zoom in at some point otherwise you won't be able to see the naked woman.

Yeah. That rat thing turns into a face thing.

Are those flood pants? Are those duck feet or a tree? I don't know.

Have a nice day!

Credits: _{All art and images seen here were produced digitally, by me. "And I got to eat my ham sandwich happily ever after. The end." [email protected]}

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