Twenfuckingtee.

This year, I want a gun. With bullets in it.

Failing which, I would settle for a crowbar.

Or at the very least, a hammer. A ball hammer. I always had a thing for ball hammers.

Actually, I wouldn't mind getting anything that would allow me to vent my frustrations in a fairly destructive manner.

I still feel miserable.


Blue.


Burple.


Big fat drops of whatever.

I regret having used such a shallow DoF for this few images. Fuck. I never do learn my lesson.