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Telecownetic🔞VEGAN HUCOW FARM NOW
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Moo/They/She

Cowgender/Pansexual/Swedish/-89

Not all fat art here is kink art. I love my fellow fatties before anything else, and my fetish art is not for skinny ppl

Minors pls dont follow me
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telecownetic.bsky.social
Adhd. Måste sätta en timer när jag spelar vissa grejer för annars sitter jag och micromanager grejer hela natten
November 16, 2025 at 6:23 PM
telecownetic.bsky.social
oh hey, I think I drew that thang once :)
a refsheet of a satyrlike little chimera mixing features of reptilian, goat, human, and plant. With rootlike arms and long tangle hair over gray skin, brown fur, and a long green scaled tail.
November 16, 2025 at 9:41 AM
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gendervieve.bsky.social
one of the best parts of making art is *making* art. the refining, the fiddling, watching something bad turn into something good. it's the greatest type of exhilaration a person working alone can have

I keep thinking about this Vonnegut letter from 2006. these people are starving their own souls
Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta: I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don't make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana. What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what's inside you, to make your soul grow. Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you're Count Dracula. Here's an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don't do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don't tell anybody what you're doing. Don't show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK? Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals [sic]. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what's inside you, and you have made your soul grow. God bless you all! Kurt Vonnegut
November 15, 2025 at 3:40 PM
telecownetic.bsky.social
1. Im new on the scene and I dont know where to look
2. I dont got the money to commission one
3. Ive tried to learn blender before and I got too many art projects I'm trying to juggle to pick up a new discipline
November 16, 2025 at 8:13 AM