Infested
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The Skeleton Loves Music
Maybe I drew this because I am insecure about my taste in music.
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Wow there are so many of those little figures playing all over the face… in the ears, in the eyes, in the nose even… infested is a good word for it!! A very interesting look at the ideas of being out of control of yourself.
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