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NFT ARTIST (SHE) 🎨 COMISSIONS OPEN 😈 1930's rubberhose cartoon. Dark pop surreal & Ai art. EVOL/GOONZ/FIENDZ/KREEPY/FUDDER/CRYPTOBAT ✨

Some kids get letters, others get ornaments that quickly fill with the mother's blood. Some desperately wait for their letters to arrive, which shall never, for they are the type of kids that mothers just never write to. Harry opts to read the paper.


The screeching voice of Dazzler issues through the halls. It's such a grinding tone that Harry's handbones vibrate and drop the lantern to the ground. It breaks loudly. Now, Harry knows he could easily take this weenie Dazzler, but now is not the time or place. Invisibility on.


Harry in a spiral of depression, turns to the escape of the world of miniature equine afficionada. He produces many a Wine-Out-Of-Nowhere spell, and is drunk every day before noon.


Now, the most hideous boy in the world has the ball. He has a lumber pile in his mouth that he is calling teeth, and he is a mean S.O.B. He goes for some points, but is denied by our bloodthirsty Major Wood. #wizardpeople


Excuse me? Where's Platform 9 ¾? Fudge off, you fuck, says the horrible man.


Carting along the Turkish owl and luggage, Harry makes his way up to interrupting a station man, only because he is afraid he might miss his train. ‘Excuse me? Where's Platform 9 ¾?' 'Fudge off, you fuck', says the horrible man. #wizardpeople


Harry is sick of whispery games and says normally, What is this scarmakers name? Ed Vanders all but holds up a skull and soliloquies, Oh, we don't say his name, but know this: he is a badass. He can kill anyone, anything. A gorilla or a bear, whatever, anything. Anything but you.


The snow of Christmas morn falls like angels' shit as Harry fumbles through his last dream and into yet another link in life's impenetrably-armored succession of days. #christmas #wizardpeople #harrypotter


Are you going home for Christmas? I'm going home. My family's got money. He says, 'No, we're staying here. We're going to find out who that fucking Nick Flannel is, and rule the fucking school. So run home and open your presents. I hope you get a new pillow to cry into!


Halloween! Yes! Gorgeous, floating Jackie-Os in the cafeteria, and every student is feasting. The spread is beautiful. Apples, candied apples, appled candy, candied whiskey, apple fritters, anything you could ever want. #halloween #hogwarts #wizardpeople


They enter the foyer among evil, pasty, hobbity-Ufgoody goblins. They're running the money show, Clever turnips, these needleteeth! Imagine a human of about 3 years of age with antler-like nose and ears and a jellyfish draped over it's head then stuffed into a Leprechaun suit.


While she was at home she worked a temp job playing piano in a jewelry store. Wisely, she wore a hood so as to not distract the customers with her hideous visage. #Harmony #wizardpeople


Some kids get letters, others get ornaments that quickly fill with the mother's blood. Some desperately wait for their letters to arrive, which shall never, for they are the type of kids that mothers just never write to. Harry opts to read the paper.


Nick Flannel was the inventor of the Sorcerer's Stone, a rock with enormous powers, such as: lead into gold, horses into gold, immortal life, giving ghosts restored bodies, frag trolls, trolls into gold, et cetera.


Hagar takes a sip off of what has to be whiskey and hands the flask to Harry. Harry takes a giant pull, and then Hagar says, 'Let's get out of here. You like flying motorcycles?' Harry replies, 'Anything's better than crawling.' #wizardpeople #harrypotter #hagar


The depression creeps into Harry. His powers seem infinite, everyone loves and fears him, but he himself cant seem to find his place among them. He's outside of people, and the wine flows. So, in an effort to cheer Harry up, Hagar decides to tell the tale of Harry's parents death


Harry and the boys have always joked about the possible hair-dos, or crazy balding—AAAGGGHHH! Holy fucking balls! There's a sick-ass face on Queerman's head! Harry almost ignites in vomit. #CoronavirusOutbreak #wizardpeople


'Fuuuck! Fuckin' shit!' says Harry. Harry is all but Hulking out at this point. Everyone is outraged as the 49rs score again. #SuperBowl


The crowd is half-frozen and unresponsive. I guess they need blood splattered all over their faces to keep them from yawning. #wizardpeople #SuperBowl


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