Sporkface has it all. Friends. Rave reviews. Fancy watches. Fans and investors on every continent. A swingin’ pad. A sweet ride. A million followers. Sponsorship deals. Utensils who’ll bend to his every whim, who’ll do anything, anytime, for any reason.
Also, a side project with huge potential. A killer body. A clean bill of health. Powerful allies. Bouncy sneakers. And great skin.
If only he wasn’t so totally, so completely, so very very angry about everything else. If only he could enjoy it all, for even a single second, instead of fuming over this, and that, and the other thing that he cannot control. If only having it all meant that you did.
New monster doodle.
Lately, Languin’s been losing himself in lazy-boned lugubriousness, letting this litany of lackluster reviews and lean-hearted, mean-brained rejection, lashed in lockstep by the masses, lower his already land-level self-valuation. So. Let that be a lesson. Loser.
You can’t prove this isn’t me.
Ancient/awesome wisdom from Charlie Sheen: “The problem is you.”
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