everything is terrible

my brain tells me that if i don't complete a cover for (doodle attack #2), i will never finish the rest of it. so, in a way, i've compromised with myself. yes, it's getting worse, my tearing up drawings before i finish them. often times, it's when i'm very, very close to finishing. in the trash they go.

i have no idea what number cover this. i'd like to think it's 50. (it's probably not 50.) a lot of times when i'm doing this stuff i start to freak out because i just assume i'm drawing the same thing over and over again (well, in a way, i am) but what i have a hard time figuring out is did i really draw it before or did i draw it before and then throw it in the trash? i mean, does it really exist? and then i usually black out and wake up hours later, sometimes in a strange alleyway. naked. alone. cold.

tempted as i am to discuss certain things about this drawing, i am thankfully rescued by common sense and my desire to not bore the piss out of anyone (let's be honest, does it really matter?). i mean, come on. the only thing worse than having to look at someone's crappy art, is having to listen to them talk about it.  blah blah blah this represents blah blah blah what i was trying to convey here blah blah blah. maybe when we're all older and we have nothing to do we can talk about it. but, hey, i know you're busy so i'm going to go.