MadMortician

Well here's the deal. I'm in a band, we're called Talk Sick. We're almost done recording our album, and we're all shitty artists. So we figured that it would be a grand idea to hold a contest.  The prize would be nothing but being fame and glory of course. haha.so here's the rules.. well not rules, but standards or whatever.Band: Talk Sick (still working on logo, so whoever is chosen, IF anyone is, we'd get that to you as soon as it's decided upon to update the art)ALBUM NAME: Waste (yeah, we're creative like that)so the idea is to use three colours (printing anymore would be too pricey) you pick whatever three colours you want, be creativ...

Tonight, Mr. Ibis, a dear friend of mine and :iconbloodyblackcat:'s quietly pasted away.  I met Mr. Ibis almost a year ago when I worked in the pet store.  I came in one morning to find him glaring at me like no one ever has, such hatred towards the world.  He was all black, quite over-weight, with a tail that looked like it's been to hell and back, half twisted and the end of it looked like a well enjoyed corn on the cob.  His eyes were too close together and his ears were too big for him.  He was hidden away in his orange mushroom house which was located in a brightly coloured habit trail cage.  Needless to say, upon meeting this charact...

chopped off my hair....damn.ah well, winter is upon us.... figured it was time to shave it all off, so it fits under a winter hat better.. and plus, my hair was fucked. damaged, too thin, and i by accident i lopped off a big chunk a few months ago.. and i couldnt' wear it in a fan anymore.. time to start from scratch. :(