god i fucking love it whenever butch hartman posts his shitty traced art. this is like, the closest thing i can get to a fallen angel hissing and spitting the sick rhymes of god or whatever as a warning to me, some limp wristed shepherd in the late BC's, a dark omen of uncertainty and pain but like as i said earlier i am but a simple twink minding my flock and thinking of the best way to woo whoever has caught my eye that week. also im 15 and considered middle aged. hell yeah. butch hartman, everyone.