Category: Lazarus’ Posts
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One (1) dumbass, delivered.
A self portrait. Can I draw hands? The jury is out. Anyway, it’s me. -Lazarus ✨🪕🤣
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Have a Creature I painted!
Have a Creature I painted! This Batshit Creature comes from a question the Zelda System asked me – “if you could design a stuffed animal based off of yourself, what would it look like?” He’s based off of an endangered species in New Zealand known as the tuatara, has three eyes, and is definitely missing…
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Are you even a timeblind artist until you’ve painted several neon melting clocks?
I’m kidding. But I do paint melting clocks on occasion. Like this one. Hehehe….
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My Brainhole… Visualized
A bit of context: my friend mk (it/its) posted an incredible thought piece on its Substack on feral anarchy, what it means, etc., and I found it very inspiring. I, too, am quite feral, a synesthete, have zero sense of linear time, and have built my very neuroqueer life from a place of loosely organized…
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Well, I definitely need to stay away from volcano alerts for the time being.
Because it’s almost 3 AM and several weird brainhole visions later, this happened. Have digital mixed media art. I need to attempt sleep.. -Lazarus
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A brief compendium of thoughts I thought in the shower tonight after being alone for most of today (another poem)
i. I find it ironic that the same words that help me sleep are the same words that keep me awake. ii. I imagine in detail what it would be like to program a bot that wouldpost a random frame from the “wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy” meme every hour on the hour.upon…
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A bit of fun Fediverse Fact vs Fun Fediverse Fiction…
So I have enormous triple special interests in web design, open source tech of all kinds, and social media, and my recent headfirst deep dive into federated social media via this hell site has resulted into the biggest, most all consuming rabbit hole since I discovered that people built their own fictional worlds. As a…
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A poem for today.
I hail from the hellfire that raised meAnd the shadows that granted me solaceBlack as the Pit from pole to pole – And I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul -The years that lay aheadAre but a shadow of the menace of the trail I’ve already blazedI come armed with the horror Of…
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On a somewhat lighter note,
On a somewhat lighter note, This is PRECISELY how taking a shower feels. I swear most of the so called executives in my brain are like. Greenhorn neurotypical Harvard Business School grads who are so AGGRESSIVELY NORMIE that they’d punch a barista if they got their triple shot breve no foam Starbucks order wrong on…