OH NO! Sketchy has lost all of his sketches! They’ve been scattered across different dimensions and time! Only brave anons like you can collect them!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAA !?!?!?!?!?!?
SKETCHY ORDINALS ??????
Yes, it is true! Sketchy will first appear on the blockchain as an ordinal collection of 3333 generative Sketchys in a doodle aesthetic inspired by network spirituality.
Mint is LIVE!!!!!
The 1/1 animated collection paired with my writing will still be coming out, I promise :3
Recent Animations and Blogs:
Up too late. Doom scrolling immigrant statistics while re-watching the under appreciated 2007 anime Baccano!. Sipped chilled tequila till the AM. Bags under my eyes. Too busy thinking about the collapse of the west. Eastern euros have it figured out. I should probably purchase an ak-47 soon. 4hrs of sleep. 6mg nicotine pouch. Coffee. No breakfast. Over did my last bulk. Face looks fat. Wagie time. Call customers. Why don’t you want to buy my product. I’m sensitive. Ugh. Next call. Voice mail. Email. No response. Take meticulously crafted supplement stack stashed in my desk. Boost testosterone. Increase mental cognition.…
Morning. Time for my daily affirmations. I’m so pretty. I’m so pretty. I’m the prettiest girl alive. I’m so pretty. Fluoride toothpaste. SSRI. Birth control. Masturbate with CUMBLASTER9000 vibrator. Jackhammer my bean. No man could ever. Shower. Layers of makeup to cover wrinkles. Feed cat organic bison meat. I prepare my vegan JUST Egg (Water, Mung bean protein isolate, canola oil, sugar, soy lecithin, tetrasodium pyrophosphate, salt, gellan gum, potassium citrate, carotene, nisin, transglutaminase, natural flavors, dehydrated onion, turmeric). Diet has been going great. Sub 1000 cals. Skinny queen era. Prop phone against magazines and books I’ll never read. Vlog…
T-minus 3 weeks till the road trip and wedding. I’ve been chatting with this girl for over 2 months now. I am giddy bro. We’ve been texting everyday nearly non-stop. Gm and gn messages. Memes back and forth. Phone calls. Physique posting. Videos sent. Inside jokes. Feel like I am at the doorsteps of something meaningful. Excited to see where this will go. The wedding will be like the ultimate shit test for if we would be a good couple. 4 days. 3 nights. She even wanted to spend an extra night with me at my place instead of rushing…
I dwell in the woods. My home is near by a field I frequent at the base of a hill, a red house sits at the apex. At first I was cautious around this house, sticking close to the field edges exclusively, but I learned they were friendly and actually welcomed me. They smile when I grace them with my presence. I have been around this property the past 4 years now, it is great hunting grounds. I eat the rabbits that tend to savage the garden near the house. Not to mention the ample amount of mice, squirrels, and…
I am in a writer’s block. 10 half-baked posts sitting dusty on my hard drive like condoms in a BAYC holder’s bathroom drawer. These unpublished blog posts don’t feel striking or interesting enough to post. Then I bricked my computer. Clean slate. Looking back, it was a relieving feeling. The post about my family’s first dog, how I won a rifle at a casino, a fishing trip that never happened. All gone. “Fresh start” I thought—then I fumbled into figuring out I didn’t need to reflash windows onto my laptop and I could repair my computer from a backup state…
I noticed a man stalking me as I was parallel parking across the street from one of my favorite coffee shops. Only thing standing between me, an overpriced dirty chai latte, and a green suede couch was this man. He adorns a retro Pittsburgh Steelers jacket and is leaning on a crutch. It is like he has heat vision—burning a hole in the back of my skull as I snuggle up to the sidewalk. I get out. Avoid eye contact. Doesn’t matter. He’s like an NPC from Pokemon. He’s on me like a duck on a junebug. He launches into…
One of my first memories was at my parent’s first house. Summertime. Brightest day ever. Kept my left eye closed and my right squinted to the point I could barely see through my eyelashes. Hunter shooting through the brush. There was a sea of yellow in our front yard—dandelions everywhere. It made me feel like there was a glitch in reality. I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. Picked as many of those yellow suckers as I could for my mom. Minutes later I had as many dandelions as I could ball up in my fists. It seemed like…
Gentle breeze. Dog sprawled out by my side. A Mexican coke. A dusted off lawn chair. Sun on my shoulders. Sketch pad on my lap. A picnic would be nice. Charcuterie. A linen sheet on my freshly mowed lawn. Wine? It’s a Sunday but hey—whatever. A lover? That’d be ideal. Gentle touches. I’d play a Duster album or something. My music would synergize with the chirping birds above us. We could read together after eating salted ham. The ridiculously thin kind that is a pinkish-translucent hue. Prosciutto? Priscotto? Prosinto? What is that called? Eh, something like that. Cheese too. Different types of…
I decided to make a list of 10 songs I enjoy along with brief blurbs about what moods they are good for, situations they remind me of, or general reasons why I like them. Enjoy! See You in Heaven – Elliot Smith I listen to this Elliot Smith instrumental track when I am uncertain about the future. It has this sad vibe, but is juxtaposed with redemptive—nearly triumphant undertones that progressively get stronger through the duration of the track. Even without lyrics it feels like the track is saying “Yeah man, shits fucked, but you’ll rise above it and be…
So, like are you apart of milady twitter at all? Oh, nice. I’m Pseud0anon. Do we follow each other already? Nah I don’t live here, I came for the rave. This is a sample of how the majority of my conversations started at the of milady rave. I was soloing the event, the only person I had made loose plans with unfortunately missed his flight which was a shame because I was looking forward to meeting him. One of my greatest personal strengths is improv and talking to people so I wasn’t worried to go alone. I hit a bar…
The thing I spend the most time with is my dog, I have been feeling like a dog as a consequence. I want to be loved, to be pet, to be chased around, to be given treats, and for everyone to call me a good boy. Yes cute girl I am making eye contact with at this Munich café, please come over and tell me—a stranger, that I am a good boy in a heavy accent. Call me a “guter hund”. Can’t you tell by the way I am metaphysically wagging my imaginary tail that I want to interact with…
My side profile shows off my busted nose, but I don’t mind. I like the bump on the bridge of my nose. It signals that I am not afraid of risks. It makes me look tough, like I can handle myself in a fight. My nose juxtaposes well with my friendly smile and my kind eyes. Growing up people would occasionally compliment me on my appearance, they usually called me beautiful instead of handsome. It made me frustrated when I was younger. The root of my aesthetic that elicited the comment? Prominently long eyelashes. My grandfather’s brother had luxurious lashes…
No one smiles in Belgium, well, at least in public. I must have looked like such a dope walking around smiling at the cobble stone streets, the markets, and all the beautiful architecture. While wandering around I would occasionally lock eyes with a stranger and give them a friendly smile like :3 and they’d return the favor by looking at me like -_- I wonder what about their culture makes them go -_- when a stranger smiles at them? Maybe they could tell I was American based off my physiognomy. I have slightly bowed legs so I walk like a…
With the internet we have unfiltered access to all sorts of information, people, and communities. You can find anything from schizophrenic tulpamancers to Mongolian fly-fishing forums. I feel fortunate to live in an age where I can gather a variety of unique sentiments and diverse opinions from others all over the world. I have met great people over the internet who have impacted my life and I’m thankful for all of them, even the ones I lost touch with. The only ghosts I see are the parts of those I cherished within me; they form some of my favorite aspects…
A project revolving around Sketchy has been something I have been working on for nearly a year now. It is a collection of 100 3-frame gifs that I’m making from selected sketches. There have been a lot of ups and downs since the creation of Sketchy, changes on who would be involved, how I wanted to implement it, how I wanted to frame it, but I think I’ve homed in on what I want this to be. I felt like it was important for me personally to release a project revolving around Sketchy rather than scrap it because it has…