Learn to read/enjoy classics or perish.
Learn to read/enjoy classics or perish.
Verily.
Made sure to post the armpit shot, eh?
He may be fugly, but at least the way he walks/trundles is kind of cute.
"This man: this no-thing: vile: this brutish slave:
this man is beloved, and rules another's soul."
Bianor of Bithynia (1st century AD)-- Palatine Anthology Book XI, poem 344-- translated by Dudley Fitts.
Wait, is this game not about finding out who Howie slept with while blackout drunk? So that is the "culprit"...?
So Howie slept with an amogus?
Good luck, SaurusGreatFriend...
Many of your diagrammic concrete poems have a kind of profound observational whimsy to them.
This one is just really funny the more I look at it, and the more I think about it as a two-page spread in a book of otherwise serious poetry, the funnier it gets.
whodunnit amogus
?
Reasonable. One of Bach's most beautiful arias is Apollo singing about how hot and handsome Hyacinthus is.
His shapes are so upsetting.
Sometimes it strikes me just how inconvenient having a tail, especially a more substantial tail like a kangaroo or lizard, would be.
I imagine I would be knocking it into everything...
Oh no, Messer stole your keys, forcing you to search for them, and so...
"A monstrous wonder, made to behold"
--Homer's Odyssey, XI, line 190 (Lattimore translation).
They tell him "at least they're better than horse milk alcohol" and he throws them across the room.
When it is pornography: hemages.
Are they tugging your tail, too?
Oz-ram-pic: ovine weight gain transformation.
I still think all the things you listed are different from genAI in key ways, but also I do not imagine most people actually are arguing from a very nuanced or thoughtful place anyway.
I suppose the problem of "you can just say BAD art rather than NOT art" is perennial.
That bit of colour in the eye gives a nice warmth to his smug look. The scratchy textures also feel so fleshy and well-realised.
Average kobold/dragon interaction to be
tight
bullied
hole.
Tail-puff-bros...
It is not so bad and you are overthinking it.
Also, you could just play acoustic and use nylon strings.
In your defense, mid/late 20th century french philosophy makes Ulysses-Ogres of us all. (And they by and large should not, frankly: most of the time their ideas are not as complicated as their processes. But what can you do. Haha)
He is bed.
Painterly textures are warm and inviting. The little shadow of his belly is also very handsome.
A very palpable and comfy sense of heft with all of these men. The sketchy-scruffiness only adds to the charm.