One of my slaves was being a brat today, so I wrote a little eulogy for him "Here lies slaves balls, once able to reproduce not a pointless attachment to his pathetic cock" safe to say he's back on his knees grovelling as he should be
This was the painting that plucked me out of a 3 year creative slump. I finally found where I could place my creative, sexual and analytical energy into. Plus I like feet.
