A Bizarre Contraption

I'm so sick of the piece below it makes my esophagus crumple up into the back of my mouth, squeezing years of collected food residue onto my tongue. I needn't tell you how unpleasant that is. The entire process of rendering that thing has been an exercise in futility. I had this great idea, this clear image of what it was suppose to be but with every stroke of colour I seemed to be pushing it further and further from that image. So instead of dragging it down a dusty, gravel road killing it painfully and slowly, which I've been doing all weekend, I've decided to euthanize it. I'm going to stop you before you can even think of a clever slogan, dripping with morality to picket my home with by asking you to put yourselves in my shoes: what would you do when your work screamed for death every second that it lived? Who long would you withstand its cries for mercy? I gave life and so too, shall I taketh away.

Anyway, I started a new one using the same sketch and it's already, like, infinity times better.