Bound to blush a little and wince a lifetime. I had a go. Perhaps it’s loneliness. Sometimes tilt the head, never to smooch no no no, only to assess what software output looks like on screen. Tilt and blush at the screen. Not actual graphics
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Part 1: Contentlin, Tug Me Tug me o gracious contentlin, I am bound to blush a little and wince a life time. Meant to. It just sat there soaking. Meant to joust. It sat there still. Meant to parry. There it stood whilst the villagers whisper. Mean to me. While the people named Keith seem […]
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I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. I did some all sorts of stuff like diary so’s to know digi’ again. mmm went a bit astray, shape out more usual as I found tug boat to www. whispers.
Illustration for The New York Times Book Review of Pure by Julianna Baggott. Dystopian cheese flavouring crisps finger man has been busy dabbing the rocks. He is walking over to finish the rocks on the right mountain.
I got to do a map. This shows running routes around England and Wales. For Runner’s World Magazine. Look at the map, travel across my favourite hedge ridden English hills to yours with intent. I have the Adam’s apple so I came round to mend something. You didn’t need me. I don’t like touching my […]
Set of images illustrating each section for a guide on gadgets. Put together by The Daily. Poised I’m ready to wield my flailing limbs. There is only one place I could be. In the disco and humans want to have a pop with other humanoids. Cramp crusty dance floor it’s clammy, only a thimble […]
Illustrations in Google Think Quarterly put together by The Church of London. Dreg dreg only dregs left on mine RSS feeds, I waft the soggy mud with seeds, Plant grow up the fiddily trellis, The drab drab building behind it I will diss, One time I said stuff to the lady, I said I wasn’t […]
Illustration for the book Yuki 7: Looks That Kill Please wrap your lips around the biscuit when taking a bite to stop crums from falling on the new carpet. This man was messy like the kind of fidderly person who comes in your room and looks at your objects and then never puts them back […]