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Sketchbook

I have a bunch of sketchbooks, most of them empty.

There's something about the pristine pages of a new sketchbook that intimidates the mind. "Don't even try to draw anything here," speak the voices. "Your shit ability will only ruin these beautifully clean pages." At least, that's what they always whisper to me.

Sometimes, however, I find the courage to ignore the voices and put pencil to paper. Anything good typically ends up somewhere else. Here is what remains. The unfinished, abandoned, and garbage sketches that my mind has vomited onto paper.

While the sketches here may be unsigned or unfinished, it's still my art. Don't fucking steal it.