Don't know what I was thinking with that last one. I think I had just woken up from my 18th nap of the day. I pictured some creepy red guys insisting that they had her best interests in mind. Actually, all of these are pretty unintelligible. I guess being left to my own devices, I start to draw what appeals to my own aesthetic. Whether or not that's a good thing, really.
Ringling is starting to feel more Ringlingesque as people keep returning. One week. Time to prepare.
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