Peaowl

Okay I think I found the problem and I just needed to fake paint strokes

Digital drawing of a man with a bun and a collard shirt looking at the earth

Coloring is hard

Portrait of a man with a bun and a green collard shirt

Lmao could not avoid the pic crew look 💀

Draft

Non Outline version

Def could have spent way more time on it, but I think this will do.

Snowy owl drawing frontal view of the owl swooping down with its claws open and wings spread.

Snowy Owl

A front face view snowy owl with wings extended and claws out

Sketch of a snowy owl

Snowy egret standing in shallow water near pickleweed

Snowy Egret, taken with an iPhone 11 and binoculars lol

Tokamak In the middle of the jungle, in a pit, a deep hole, Grass and moss along the walls of the rocky bowl, fighting, spread, and fungal. Sun at 11’oclock casting at an angle And stretching the rays to the bottom as a golden chord. A naked skeleton, fully intact except for a crack in the skull And a foot in a cast, Untouched and uncovered, except for the grass below. Chest to the sky and sprawled out as if laying in a meadow, reflecting the glow. Single cylinder engine sintered into his chest, It’s spark plug under bio hazardous affect, From the breath of plants and the lithium in his bony hands, Overheating from the severe lack of sweat glands and fleshed out plans. Ah, the dreams to discover an untouched land. That’s best left to the birds who sacrifice their vices, To the gears churning fires just below the rib cage. Fried or toasted inner bark, no longer the moss on a plate, A whole book rather than page after page. Sometimes the rattle, wheeze, and heat Are quenched by the rain from the canopy, And droplets play the hollow armature piano Soothing the mycelium, the harness to the brain. As vines take on as veins tangled and twisted in vain, White supplejack with a red hat protecting the LANs from attacks, Jumbled packets and a hacked branch sticking out of the calf bone. The strings are not worn, just toned. One day, the wrasse will find ways to eat off the rust, The bats will return as friends and not an effigy to be burned, Microbes brawl and thrive in a Jerry can, And the DNA is merged with sand.

Tokamak (2/2)

Tokamak In the middle of the jungle, in a pit, a deep hole, Grass and moss along the walls of the rocky bowl, fighting, spread, and fungal. Sun at 11’oclock casting at an angle And stretching the rays to the bottom as a golden chord. A naked skeleton, fully intact except for a crack in the skull And a foot in a cast, Untouched and uncovered, except for the grass below. Chest to the sky and sprawled out as if laying in a meadow, reflecting the glow. Single cylinder engine sintered into his chest, It’s spark plug under bio hazardous affect, From the breath of plants and the lithium in his bony hands, Overheating from the severe lack of sweat glands and fleshed out plans. Ah, the dreams to discover an untouched land. That’s best left to the birds who sacrifice their vices, To the gears churning fires just below the rib cage. Fried or toasted inner bark, no longer the moss on a plate, A whole book rather than page after page. Sometimes the rattle, wheeze, and heat Are quenched by the rain from the canopy, And droplets play the hollow armature piano Soothing the mycelium, the harness to the brain. As vines take on as veins tangled and twisted in vain, White supplejack with a red hat protecting the LANs from attacks, Jumbled packets and a hacked branch sticking out of the calf bone. The strings are not worn, just toned. One day, the wrasse will find ways to eat off the rust, The bats will return as friends and not an effigy to be burned, Microbes brawl and thrive in a Jerry can, And the DNA is merged with sand.

Tokamak (1/2)

Grumpy Goose

Random quick doodle of a snowy owl I made for a friend and it looks medieval lmao

The Henry Hedge hegemony, Had ya money, what a phony, Head's like Monet with the money, Now pays home alimony. Soundcloud rapper and an actor, Is a snapper not a clapper, Yapper and a super napper, Dapper like that even matters. So sharp doesn't need a quill, So soft he'll give you chills, Beat box don't need drum fills, He feels with rhymes he keeps it real.

Henry Hedge

Willful Wade aids in a trade, Paid in snacks and warm welcomes, Scratches and fresh mutton, Playing fetch with pine. Might be a people pleaser posturing as a tough tanker, He’s just scared to be left out the lantern. Cold bites, but the lone bites harder, He’s just happy to be next to the fire.

Willful Wade

Nosy Nat’s a little rat,
She tattle tales and wags her tail,
Not to IRS for unpaid tax,
But when there’s man with a scary axe.

Big-lipped Lynda

Clumsy Carl

Captain Cactus and Sidekick Sally
Detained a sandman with good ol’ prickly,
Took his hat and hurt his hand,
Googly eyes, he met his end,
They claimed he was shot by a debt collector,
But the story of cacti sounds so much better.

Troubled Trent

Captain Cactus and Sidekick Sally

Nosy Nat

Fat-legged Fred

He won’t get out of his bed,
Jumps out once, and just like that he’s fed.
Works for the Feds,
Loves to follow threads,
But most importantly of all:
He’s Fat-legged Fred.

Third part is not finished yet

Catching a cat with a mouse, Scamming a scam with scam, Chasing a pack of wolves out with a spike collared lamb, Scaring the largest of lions with a chihuahua dog in a sock, They underestimate the smarts of a meal hungry hog. The villains pay at the grave with their worldly fanatic prayers, The ones who sneak chocolate to the jaws of an Everglades gator. Actually target with poison towards any aptly able abler. Ace attorney accumulating Thomas Paine in a fable, What a gamer. First, perform an Arctic tern scatter across the land that might matter, 49er panner scrutinizing records bought from a banker, Machinists eye the pegboard wall, While the pick and place spool is formed, Where the chosen Greek alphabet and alphanumerics are adorned. Step two includes the movement of a mouse to the mouth of a hawk, Crush, class, concentrate and dry inner inscriptions on rocks, Pass the fate to the telephone operators, Plastic bins and tape labelers, For example, let’s find each points’ nontrivial divisor. Time to get lost in a place, through the Magellan’s Pass, From the collapse of Rome to save myself from molass. Red button and safety stop on the circular saw, I want the stars to align, to the shrines on the map.

Anvil(2/3)

Anvil I have the power and the ante of four legs crammed into two, Like a tower standing weathered, chiseled bricks superglued. The cracks letting out the resin as it stays strengthening, And to keep the bugs from infesting and from settling in. I’m a bunker, stopped the ringworms that the kings and queens dispatch, Open the hatch to show a vault to maps and paths to a trap, Only to hash a hash of apples for your haggardly half, Only to find seeds and keys in a fortuitous third act. I’m not a castle, nor a fortress, nor a tank in a moor, I’m not an imprenet-pregna-pressionable infallible whore. It’s hunters who has hunted the supposed head of the boar, When I’m the concepts slipping through the frayed edges of lore. I’m a forge of Cordyceps infecting worn wooden floors, Similarly styled paintings worn in all room and board, An office, crafting more and more ways to wage and win war, I’m the seal on the rock yorping OR OR OR OR! Staying unsurprised, and unsophisticated, Unsatisfied, soliciting the help of a stranger. Undying, and unacclamated, Satiated, by the death of a hater, And forced to wear the breathing apparatus of Vader.

Anvil(1/3)

Baog

baog.

i blame spell check for changing my its and it's constantly when writing

Urchin Flesh Casting spells off the sushi menu, A man of mystery appears, Cutting through the sauce and sashimi, with Loony Toon sized shears. Capping his career with wasabi and goblin tears, His green tea chair, elf ears, and an Iliad of fears. It’s like King Lear follows him through the hall of mirrors. Quelling the years with bed bugs, bad bowels, and bags of beers. Still hears the jeers from distant panoramic cheers, Only waiting for the day he can finally see her. It's whimsy meets whamality, eclipse in it's totality, Shaving off the burrs in a violent self formality. Checking off the launder list of lies to meet banality Finally admitting to the difference in our tapestries. And the little itty kid's still clutching the barbed effigy, Lambasting the oyster's pearl from inside a pigeon pea. Somehow managed to throw away the only lock and its given key, Forced to post a bounty without giving out a finders fee. Please. I only ask nicely, With grit in my teeth and have an acquiesce for local creeds. To keep my mouth full of what seems like the taste of tweed, But I really only need a layer of lycra and microfleece. Wearing the thorny parka against the harbors swell, Gas mask, compass, and map amongst the clang of bells, Core of the sun in my pocket, and Blast door controls locked in a locket. Bridge troll at the atoll giving me a riddle: Where's the deepest hole you couldn't possibly plummet into? Two options from the menu after paying the toll: Chew away at the coral, or be a morsel served with edible gold.

Urchin Flesh