Hanamah

No more dead dogs and cats, and no more soulless eyes. No more pictures of sad girls throwing up hair. My dog Oskar died last August, then my cat Riddick died in September and I've been drawing freaken depressing art ever since. I still miss them but, I think now that I can let them go. So, now I'm going to try to focus on my little story that I've been thinking of for a while which is based on this background here. It's about a girl named Poppy and a man named Fargo. They live in a strange world where an oil black ocean is inhabited by mutated sea creatures and where pirates roam the seas. There are also of course accordions and ridiculous