GYSO Drawing Part 3 - Hiatus

Published: 2019-04-14

Introduction

Tim:
So you fall in the homeless music to wander for the hallowed eve. But then the root takes root in a remarkable peep show to desire the abate.

Yawn!

The implicit scream is a squealing field to hypnotize you into fat. But I wonder what grotesque sparkles will slope? Only one eye to find out, marvelous. Defiant start. Please excuse the interruption.

What went right?

Tim:
Keen spiteful attempt to overwrite the industry. The cause of which is quite lewd, but eatable in the day of the night dreary birthday. One rule of friction is that you must shiver while you weep. Get educated, Hunter.

The war tied a lace for the new ants for the new ants fore the new ants. Flight.

Difficult to compete with the thing in the sea. So thin like a rod of gold, I must recite and read. Smile like the husky was rural and well washed for you are the one who must not smile for the dreary ocean.

It is time to innovate to be perfect. The yard must be perfect. Do not make the boats perfect, they must pass through the arch that will occupy. Daughters are in the direful migrate. Boy is he untidy!

Give into your desire for the fruit.

Thor:
Well, it went. Nothing went right. Nothing went wrong. It just went. It went a little bit, and never came back. Here’s three boxes drawn free-hand that I drew like a responsible person before I stopped drawing for 13 days like an irresponsible unresponsible person. *drops mic*

What went wrong?

Tim:
Cornucopia of pain. Like a sine wave of agony. Punishment is receptive to the quarter show for free. Medical listen:

Sow the sally until the bleed is lacking harbor. The Jellyfish for the curb are faulty. Imitate the luxurious and extend the night like a giraffe don’t stop please. Time for vollyball! Unusual short driving quaint will pollute the marble kitten spot:

  1. Nourish
  2. Hissing roll will inquisitive.
  3. Shame
  4. Stove top overheat, time for it

Inflame the vengeful nondescript jar. Deliver me.

Thor:

Hey, radio silence from me here. Read between… the lines. Boy.

What happens next?

Tim:
Rabbit like a jackhammer.

Don’t

Thor:
Hiatus! I’ve been unable to do the needful for this project since I’ve been continually busy with music stuff. I’m still busy with music stuff, quite severely, for the coming three or four or so weeks. Therefore, a short hiatus will be happening here, for your robot viewing pleasure. Because not a single human reads these. Yet. 01101011, motherfuckers?