approaching the antartic
the cook has disappeared, the crew is nervous, sure that sombody or something is aboard with us.
and of course the cabinboy was eaten alive by a hord of savage baby seals who crept on the deck during the night....but that's just ordinary routine (note to myself : hire a new cabin boy)
still trying to figure out the site, I didn't expect the info pic to be counted as a deviation so now it's displayed twice and I'm dispeased, oh well.....
beside that I'm dying for an idea for some vector cartoons.....
(actually i do have some ideas, but they are kinda kinky










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And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust just think happy thoughts
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I will not submit any new artworks here. Visit my new account , please
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"If we do not honour our past, we lose our future. If we destroy our roots, we cannot grow." F. Hundertwasser
*Deviant-Underground =macrophoto ~HRclub ~Studio-And-StillLife
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