Keeps Getting Petter And Petter

”Are meat pies good? / Which member of the True Finns party would you shag if you had to? / Which vegetable would be the most uncomfortable when stuck up your nose?”

I’m a vegetarian-going-vegan at the moment, but one can hardly call meat pies meat anyway. / They’re no good, but I rarely eat anything for the taste anyway.

Olli Immonen! / And you wouldn’t even have to force me to tap that…

Idk some super sharp, skinny and loamy carrot I guess.

”Describe the prince of your dreams!”

Dreadlocks – Piercings – Beard / Nice little squishy gut / Master chef – Tattoos – Tall – Strong (but not too buff) / Hairy as fuck.

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(Hanging noises) / (Oulu Art Museum pop-up exhibition) // Hi! / What a hot guy! Act cool! // Do I know you? / (”Suddenly” anime) // Well, no, but I read the article about you on Kaleva newspaper, and I’m following your comic blog. / Haha yeah please marry me. // There you go, hanging hooks! // Cockblocked! / Goddamn wench.

We made the Finnish news! Starts at 18:00-ish, available outside of Finland if you don’t mind them speaking Finnish only.

And here’s the link to the Kaleva news article, in case you’ve missed it. Again in Finnish.

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Painting class has been a blast! Of shit. On my face. But sometimes it’s been really rewarding and lots of fun. Here are some of my favourites. All have bee painted with acrylic paints, usually within a couple of hours because I’m lazy and impatient.

Leeeaaaves

Mooore leeeaaaaves and letting the wet paint run artistically to distract the viewer from all of the randomness!

Replica of Mother and Child by Egon Schiele.

And this.

Guess which one is the free-time for-shits-and-giggles painting about a subject of choice, e.g. glass ceiling, self-indulgent Liv Strömquist pastiche, and smashing the patriarchy via turning the tables regarding the issue.

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This is my soul. / Or my heart or my self in its entirety or whatever. / IT’S A CONDOM WITH A TURD INSIDE. // Then the shit ferments inside the condom and produces gases. / And the condom inflates like so. // Then sometimes I open my mouth to talk about irrelevant shit or to laugh or to make others laugh or to cry, and the gas comes out. / Fuck what stench. // BUT THE SHIT STAYS AND WON’T GO. Ever. / THE END.

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