SlimeDrawer

You're not gonna believe this but it's true. This store was build brick by brick with my own two hands. Yes, you read that right, two hands. I have two of them, at least for now. Thanks to the full-speed-ahead-nothing-ever-stops-it's-all-happening-yesterday of today's economy, my hands are well-practiced in typing things like this. Most skills acquired from instant messaging in the early 2000s. But isn't this about art? Why yes, I'm glad you asked. Of course it's about art. Funny story about that actually, I started arting around in my basement and you wouldn't believe what I found. A brand new piece of my own soul, just sitting there like I left it. It's as if nothing had touched my soul in nearly a decade but then one day I raced down the basement steps, careful not to let the hands grab my ankles, to find a store of my soul. Now I'm selling it, because well, that's what you do with your soul. Right?