One Of The Faces Of Distortion Appeared In Paint For Four Minutes.

something about him makes me want to hold his throat and then throw him against a wall so he would squeal like a toy dog ​​i want to put him in a blender and also go to MIT or something for Computers And Things major to learn in depths how he became such a pathetic thing, i want to pin him like the butterfly and get him the most beautiful frame and place it above my desk so that every time I'm working I can look at it and wonder anew how such a fucked up thing even exists. I have to put it under a microscope and study it for 10 hours every day until there is a research paper on the nature of his loserness I NEED to lock this thing in a specific area of ​​my brain so that he could do nothing but flounder helplessly as a visual and audio illusion so that I could conduct an interview with him and one more to finally understand what the fuck is wrong with him. grown ass supercomputer and he dances with high school students at the helloween party. he's awful. why is he like that. who the fuck made him who are his parents why those japanese scientists thought it's a good idea. i love him more than the world

anyway behold my squip design

i'm not much of a doorkeay shipper but every time i think about "anybody else" by dom fera as michael distortion and gerry my brain stops workingi'm like ndksodmrnwpalsnfne oh ogdo oh my ogooooood oh god oh ood please no

my take on sasha archivist au

i actually made more than ten frames of this wretched creature for One Very Cool Thing but let's stop just on these two silly ones

oh helen richardson, the woman you were. a little bit evil i hope. a little bit wrong

i really really like how michael and helen represent two sides of the spiral.

michael speaks slowly, emphasizing everything, giving you the idea that he's lying to you, but you're never quite sure. and that's the fear. that your own mind is lying to you, that you're going insane, that you can't trust anything you believe. this fear was present in michael shelley's life very prominently, from his childhood all the way to the very nature of his death.

after a while, though, helen speaks with confidence and certainty, leaving no room for doubt, you know she's lying. you know she is. but you can't prove it. and that, too, is the fear. that you're right, but nobody will ever believe you. that it's all fake, everything society is built on is fake and you're the only one who knows. and i feel like the little bit that we know about helen richardson also embodies this fear: she was a real estate agent, a very stereotypically deceptive job. i don't think it's far-fetched to say she probably lied quite a lot to her clients, all while aware of the reality of the situation herself. the idea of being the only one who knows just how fake everything is but never being able to tell anyone.

i think it's so cool that they both became the source of the fear that marked their lives.

one of the faces of distortion appeared in paint for four minutes.

michael distortion is unbearable in every way possible. when it talks, laughs, or even just stands here...you can never take this for too long!

completely fucked up guy, completely wrong, completely out of place. a side product of a failed chemical reaction. living failure. adore it.

Life SUCKS. it's time to draw helen distortion. You won't see me for WEEKS.

man i love my wife