can i drink the sweat out of your bellybutton please?

here are some old pieces of art i had on the blog before i erased everything. i want to reintroduce them. i will put more up tomorrow but the library is about to close and the nice old ladies are starting to mean mug me and i don't want to have to get up in their faces and be like, "wuddup chief, wuddup. i'm finna ta split yo lip sucka, now raise up, raise up". a drop of sweat just rolled down my armpit. i would feel shame but i don't feel any human emotions. my armpit smells like a swampmonster's vagina. print out these pictures and trade them or stare at them for extended periods of time. meditate on my death.