I hate a congested week. I do. Right now I feel like i have a litany of art tasks to do before I start a new project which I HOPE FINALLY comes to fruition.
Spoiler Alert, Its one of the Stones I was looking for starting in 2017. *
*see literally any issue that discuss shoots started in Fall 2017 and Spring 2018.
*deep sigh
I need to dive into a video game coma, I do. Or just exist without any task to do.
Anyway time for the debut of Azure Ascendance Issue 8.
Heavy Yeet.
There isn’t much back story to this actually but we can flash back. It was 2020, the world was on lockdown…mostly. Niggas were mad they couldn’t get haircuts…..smh.I stayed home from cotton field 10 and eventually quit that cotton laced trenched field.
Literally, it made shirts and hoodies. YES NIGGA I WAS IN THE COTTON FIELD.
During the day it was Anime and Spider man on PS4. At night it was me in a coloring coma, averaging at least 2 images a night.
YESSS LAWWWWD *Anderson Paak voice.
It was giving the joy of 2016 and 2017 before I headed back to the slave pits. I think this issue only took me a few weeks in April of 2020 while just discovering Awich. While also rediscovering my love of J Pop and learning new K pop artist. I made a playlist that became a monster in hours.
And that is it. See what happens when there isn’t any fuckery, it is a clear concise story not a game of thrones level drama. Actually lets say an Expanse level drama, I just finished that this week along with Fire Force season 3.
ANYWAY
Level 8 of Azure Ascendance goes as follows
Ikari is on the move. Knowing who is responsible for the death of her mother Hannya,she makes her way to the Posei Kingdom. Boumei, Coco, and Sapphire also head towards to Posei to warn the Empress about the oncoming threat. Will they succeed in warning the Posei Kingdom, or will Ikari manage a successful ambush and assassination?
As usual to check out the issue preview click here. And if you like what you see go purchase here.
Damn this is a short issue….I’m not a fan but I am since it was simple.
Hmmm.
UMMMM.
1 of my pieces were accepted into a exhibition. I went to the opening a few days ago. It was a chill time. There was food, music, and a genuine wholesome time. Kinda a lot with interaction of people….or maybe I’m just exhausted.
The curators told me that even though they were in a church setting they like art of all types even if it disagreed with those go to that church. THATS WHATS UP!!!
My name is Jano Ryusaru and I approve this message. We nee more people like that.
Can I pass out in my bed and chill for like a month. Can I?
I thought i would be seeing Kiya Lacey, but her show got canceled Whack and deep sigh…but at least I got to see Doechiii.
Anyway that all folks I’m about to watch The Nightmare before Christmas. I can full attest that Oogie Boogie is a full nigga, and Jack Skeleton is a selfish colonizer asshole.
Here I sit finishing up this issue before I head to the trenches of Cottonfield 12.
FUCK 12. I want my freedom so god damn bad. My toxic trait is that I want to sit at a desk and be surrounded by office supplies in a climate controlled environment, listening to my headphones, and dressed like a person instead of in the field dying for my sins as Big Brown Cardboard blow my back out. So over BBC trauma.
Anyway.
Its new project time, come on tell a friend.
YAAAAY.
It all started in the pinnacle year of the trying times of 2020. COVID-19 was ravaging the world, niggas were dying, people were getting laid off, and then there was me.
Cottonfield 10 had told us they were no longer enforcing attendance, so I left. My throat was swelling everyday and I had to wear a mask to mitigate the effects of whatever was making turn into Lumpy Throat Princess.
I was wearing a mask before it was cool. So iconic.
Not really it was pretty painful.
Plus I legit hated that job and wanted out. Sometime life does you favors in horrible ways. I stayed at home for 6 months, working on my book, reading various books that I had bought from the Border book store years, I semi got into yoga and said when I got a job I would start buying plants.
One book I read was an anthology of stories that had very powerful imagery which were inspiring. So when the sun was out that summer I started sketching random images that were inspired from it. I told myself that this project was going to be a slow burn and I would focus on it when I finish my book. For the next few years in between slave days at Cottonfield 6.5, car problems, starting my store, Cottonfield 11, doing art shows, vendoring my products, photo shoots life happening in various ways, etc, etc. I drew random images here and there and thought in what ways I would use stock images to make images that would make my meat YEET.
I took inspiration from things that prob wasn’t on my bingo card. The Tv tower from Johnny Mnemonic, Inu Yasha, the Shibuya arc in JuJutsu Kaisen,the suicide forest in Japan, Dan Da Dan, doing pottery for a friends day, Black Dandyism, Shibari, Shogun on FX, Kpop Dancers, and other things that originated from stray thoughts….like a frog and fae orgy.
Side note if you have never been to my website before and need a crash course in random shit I’ve drawn that makes no sense what so ever please see the cliff notes below.
Are you caught up now? I’m so proud of you if you are.
Eventually I realized I had ALOT of random sketches and didn’t want to turn each into drawing of their own. I had to decided which one’s were going to mesh well with the others. And some drawings I had done I redrew since I felt like they lacked depth.
February 2024, the day came and I finally finished coloring my book. I clapped. I scrampted, my dragon was so concerned as I made more noise than I usually do. The project I had started Septemeber 2016 I crossed the biggest hurdle of coloring damn near 1000 pages. I had climbed and reached the pinnacle of elation. Now I can do everything else……..
……or so i thought.
Funny thing about finishing a big project for a while you don’t want to do shit. Nothing, no such motivation exists. I vegged out for a few months, watch TV. and play video games. A few days after I finished the coloring portion of my book I had the 2nd part to the Alice and wonderland shoot* with a 1 of my home girls and that didn’t get done for a while.
A lazy coma I was in for maybe 2 months.
I was preparing to throw my 1st art show in June and plus making two pieces for said show. Beside that I barely did anything except exist. The show occurred in June.* From that a new romantic arc began. Bliss was short lived since the head fuckers of cottonfield 12 decided to cut to 3 days of week.
Bitch Nuggets.
It’s hard to focus on your artistic endeavors when you are worried about how the FUCK you are gonna pay your bills. I legit try not to go MiA but when you have to scour the internet for a new job because of dusty ass white people who suck at being in charge then its kinda hard.
FUCK 12.
So sick of this Cotton field. If i could have escaped last year I would have. 3 months later the fuckery was resolved but the bad taste in my mouth remained. And I’ve disassociated everyday since then.
Side note I never liked this job. I haven’t. It literally was the only 1 that hired me after Cottonfield 11 shut down. This place could shut down and I would shed a fucking tear.
I think in the midst of all this I think I colored 2 images from this project.
Wait, I almost forgot I colored 2 pieces I created in 2022 for the next Azuma Kara show which happened be in this time frame. I was in another friends show, but i used 2 old pieces for it. I legit forgot about it until now. I promise slave Trauma will fuck you up bro.
The way I did the last 2 images in this gallery are how the images in this project were intended to look. Side Note. Draxus is in one of them. RIP BRO.
Wait what?
Yep my pet dragon died and super slave season came and blew my back out. All i had time to do when I got home was sleep, maybe watch TV. That’s all folks. Its hard to color when your back hurts.
Spoiler Alert.
I did a vampire shoot with my new girl*, but besides that nope exhaustion.
2025 came and I was able to do my work. The goal was to do an image every other week. I wanted balance between my art and personal life. When I was working on my book over the years I felt COMPELLED to do as much as I can, except for the last issue. Maybe because most of it was done and i was at the last 75 out of 1000 pages. The goal was to take my time and contemplate how I wanted to create these backgrounds. So one week I would try to smell the roses see my homies when my friends and my parents when I’m not exhausted, because the one thing that I learned from 2022 is that time won’t stop and the concept of mortality is horrible.
I just wanna do hood rat shit with my friends and enjoy life, when I’m not exhausted….which is more times than preferred.
I would play Spider-Man Miles Morales on Ps4. That game was so fucking short compared to the original.
But it was still fun.
I made my Team Jano shirt finally. As in finally coloring the design I drew at the end of 2021, constructing the background, then making the fucking shirt. But that’s another story….which prob won’t get typed so it doesn’t matter.
But anyway.
The every other week pattern lasted for a while until maybe late June, early July. I started coloring every morning because of the stress of hoping I won’t make it to my 3 years….and I failed because I’m still at this bitch.
As if.
I finally finished the project I started in 2020. My toxic trait is that I have a litany of images that sit in my google drive waiting to be colored. At this point it is maybe 10 which will prob be worked on slowly as I do other projects.
*Deep sigh.
You have 2 choices you can click this link and go gander at what I’ve created, or you can follow my ig page and watch me release an image a month. It’s up to you.
Moral of the story. Slavery will cause delays. Pray for my freedom from Cotton field 12 that doesn’t involve BBC trauma.
I said what I said.
Oh yea. If you saw an * that means those issues are yet to come and you haven’t missed anything. I just didn’t feel like waiting to talk about this.
Look at me giving you something to look forward to.
Shout to sleep because niggas be tired as fuck until they actual get quality sleep for more than 2 hours. I’m ready to escape the trenches of cotton field 12.
I am, absolutely.
Last night I woke up refreshed watched Expanse and Sailor moon. Worked on another project (details coming soon). Had an existential flashback about the last decade.Played Batman Arkham Knight.
Yes, the game that released a decade ago. Am I late? Absolutely. My toxic trait is that when I was working on my comic book I barely enjoyed anything else thinking I should have been working on my book.
No, I’m serious. I have a whole back log to beat before I even think about purchasing a PS5…and a Nintendo Switch. That has been a debatable purchase as well.
Anyway.
Its time for the debut of Level 7 of Azure Ascendance. New to y’all, def not to me.
I started the coloring process in um July 2019 while still in the trenches of cotton field 10. That time frame was alot between concerts, super slave period and me having to drive back and forth to rock hill.
UGH.
Then came March 2020 and Covid. The disease that had us all fucked up.
ABSOLUTELY.
To the point where places shut down, niggas were shook if they heard someone cough, and the fatalities rose on a daily basis. Cotton field 10 told us that they weren’t going to hold it against us if we didn’t show up……
….so i stopped. As a nigga who was already allergic to the job (literally i wore a mask before it was in fashion. Which barely negated the effects), wasn’t getting paid enough for the daily fuckery, and did not want to work 12 hour shifts you god damn right I left.
Fuck all that other shit.
Peace had knocked on my door and I answered, as well as chance to work on my art like it was 2016. I colored all night, watched TV during the day (JoJo’s Bizarre adventure, Samurai Champloo, Fire Force, Community, High Fidelity, The Mandalorian and a few other things that I can not remember at the moment), Played Spider Man and hacked PSP.
AWICH WAS IN ROTATION!!!! BLESS HER!!!
Shout out to COVID for helping me escape the desolate land. Sucks that raggedy cotton field 10 wouldn’t let me have NONE of those unemployment checks.
Raggedy Bitches.
But I was free and def took advantage of the 6 months of me not working.
The 1st week of this 6 month rest period is when I finished Issue 7, which was literally the last 5 pages.
SMH at how long it took me to work on this issue.
Anyway synopsis time because that is important.
The tension between Sapphire and the other Faunroids become beyond palpable as they act on their machinations to use Ikari as a bargaining chip to take to the Kera Clan. Meanwhile CoCo has to come to peace with horrible truth regarding her parents relationship with her brother. As Boumei watches that family won’t stop betrayal. Azure’s short lived peace is coming to an end as new waves of conflict slowly begin to swallow everyone again.
Yep a new battle is arsing slowly. I continued the trend of choosing violence for act 2.
As usual there is a preview page, and of course here is where you can find the issue for purchase.
Well here we are in 2022. I won’t be foolish enough to say that this will be my year and neither should you. Let us just hope for the best and brace for the worse. As Spike Spiegel said
“Whatever happens, happens.”
But i’m hoping i don’t loose my shit like I did in the extra trying times of 2021.
Holy fucking fuck of fuckdom, and we lost Betty White. SHIT!!!
Kinda wanna watch Golden Girls now. I’ve seen a few episodes but not enough to say I was a fan. But it was enjoyable. At some point I’ll watch it, some point.
I just jumped down The Witcher 3 hole. I saw my homeboy play it back in 2016, that and Dragon Age Inquisition but i chose the Dragon Age Path. Whenever I finish my book, i’m going to play through all the Dragon Age games thus far. I’m somewhere in 1 right now. At this point I’m hoping I finish my series before Dragon Age 4 comes out.Legit looking forward to playing games with no guilt again. So many games….to beat…so many….
Anyway time for Adventure time C’mon tell a friend.
The chaotic spring of 2021, shortly after me having Covid and in the midst of my car randomly shutting off on me….yea.
My non profit boss, who helped me do the groundwork for my store, decided that she was going to create a new shop.
YEEET.
Crystals, Candles, and all those other witchy related things that make your soul go
YAAAAAAAAS….or maybe that just me. Is it just me? Can’t be. This is a safe witch zone.
Omg Jano are you a witch?
Spoiler Alert.
I’ve been interested since i was fledgling, but I didn’t have money for a witch life style until cotton field 10.
Blessed be. But also fuck that job.
Anyway I told her if she helped me buy a photo light wand, I would help her do her product photography. Surprisingly she bought me a wand and here we are 7 months later. When I held the wand I felt like i was holding a light saber.
Use the Force Jano.
MAN It was so cool, so fucking kool. I yeeted as my meat leaked. I ordered myself another light saber because balance is a thing. When my Covid quarantine was over her and I agreed on the nearest Saturday. I packed my car with my newly acquired light sabers, light studio set, and all my witchy things.
“Ma I’ve been Hussling rocks” as Cam’ron said.
Ya know crystals, incense, sage cauldron, charcoal, and herbs. The basices.I drove to her house and we stopped by Dollar Tree to get a few other things.
And food, niggas need food to properly function in all aspects in life.
I like how my art interest and witchy interest intersected here. In this moment my life was a Venn diagram.
She had a piece of fabric that I used as a backdrop which helped with the mystic mood. I placed the products and props on the table and the light sabers on the adjacent side of the table. I shifted the colors to match the corresponding of each candle.As smoke flowed through each image as the water flows down a stream.
ISSA VIBE!!!
Ain’t that what the kids say?
I used my newly acquired tripod since I didn’t want a repeat of the headshots from last issue. Literally the only thing that moved in these images were the smoke, that it. No such other movement existed.
It was a fun 1-2 hrs for me. Product photography is interesting, at least this was since I am interested in this subject matter.
And that was the end of that. My metaphysical image buzz ended unfortunately as my car shut off on me while on the way home.
UGH.
Side note, I like how my photo journey in my car problems are synonymous for the early part of last year. Not really tho.
Anyway to see the images from this mystic day click here. And if you want things to help you with your occult journey and want to support black owned business, yonder over here.
I’m going to do my hair now, because that is what you do when your love your curls.
Spoiler Alert, detoxing is a major goal right now.
But Jano why?
Because I just came back from NYC and man I deviated so much my diet.
SO…FUCKING…MUCH.
Dudes I’m drinking Green Tea and Hibiscus as I speak. I need to shit all of these delicious NYC toxins out of my system. Aside from that it was a fun trip, side note it was the first time I was ever on a plane.
Man….MAAAAN.
But Jano you have never flown before?
Nope, everywhere I have traveled has been via wheels on the Earth. Terror and finances are a thing.
Heavily a thing.
It was fun tho. It was nice to be not on my phone so much also. If I had a fear of public transportation prior to last week, it def has been dispelled over the course of the last few days. Subways, planes and ferries oh my.
Side note, subway heat and bum piss are a horrible combination, just saying.
Also rats and STUFF junkies. Holy fuck that was terrifying at 4 am on the way to the airport to return home.
But I was inspired artistically which is important, and definitely want to do some shoots up there. NYC is nice to visit but I don’t think I would want to live up there. Maybe just to do art related business but that is it.
Personal Life Tangent over.
Now back to my art journey and me talking shit, because that’s what we are here for right? Exactly.
We are about to step into the first shoot I did of 2021. The sequel to 2020 because covid fuckery is still abound and I’ve had a plethora of problems with my car.
Here is hoping I get it back this week and there are no more issues for the rest of this year.
UGGGGHH!!!!!
Before we press play lets rewind to fall 2018 when I arrived at cotton field 10. The place I thought I would be able to stay at, get actual raises, and work on my book.
HA, I was foolish indeed.
So fuckin’ foolish.
As if.
When I started as usual I didn’t talk to anyone, however I would observe and make note of people. There was a girl who I would see in another department and at some point she didn’t work there anymore. Not a big deal to me since your life has nothing to do with stranger person.
Until life goes, hey do you remember them? They need a photographer.
Ummm sure. …ok.
At some point in January, my girlfriend told me that she was friends with aforementioned girl. She showed me a picture of her and I was like oh I remember her. Some how some way I was tasked with being the photographer for her baby shower in March. I say some how some way because I don’t remember who contacted who, just her and I were communicating about needing a photographer for her baby shower.
We chatted over Facebook and she let me know the date, time and I let her know my rates.
Spoiler Alert, this is another non conflictual issue. It is. Honestly the next few are going to be lacking of me talking shit about the subjects involved in the shoots.
Legit just realized it is the shoots that I try to do that mostly have the conflictual issues.
Well thats disappointing in the grand scheme of things.
Anyway March came and so did the Saturday of the event. The event was actually at a church across the street from an elementary school I use to go to from 1993-1995….Holy Fuck the concept of time….FUCK.
When we arrived the family of the parents to be were decorating, and I got the usual shots of decorations.
At some point the mother to be arrived and the festivities begun….which I don’t really remember. Clearly I took images of the event but I really disassociate from event when I shoot them.
Spoiler Alert.
I don’t attach myself to what is going on. I primarily shoot the subject of interest and whatever is going on at the time, but I don’t get involved with what is happening. Kinda like The Watcher from Marvel, or Kami.
Niggas just be looking with observing fucking eyes.
I sound callous but events have no value to me after doing so many. My only concern is getting the moments shot right especially I am getting paid.
Anyway.
The Baby Shower lasted at least 2 hrs. When it was all said and done she Cash App’d me the amount, we talked briefly, and her and my girlfriend talked then we left.
Told ya this is a real simple issue, and here are the images for said issue.
Anyway folks thats all. Time to go back to doing a litany of task to achieve my art dreams while balancing cottonfields and the exhaustion they cause.
MAN alot has happened since the last time I wrote to y’all.
A whole fucking lot.
2020 was the unmitigated shit show that no one wanted. But here we are, most of us…..
For those who didn’t catch the …, I was alluding to all those who have died due to the Coronavirus…and racism, fucking racism.
Concerts got cancelled. FUCK. I was supposed to see Jhene Aiko, Halsey, Snoh, Aalegra, and R.LUM.R. Probably more but ya know humanity proved unequivocally that they won’t do anything to survive.
LIES FUCKING LIES.
But despite all the chaos of 2020, I found a way to clear a path for my art journey. Priorities folks, priorities.
A week after my bday in March, thats when shit hit the fan at my previous cotton field. And when that shit splattered I took my chance to hide under a tent of what was left of the toilet paper.
Side note, can someone please explain to me why the fuck all the toilet paper was being hoarded. Why the FUCK was that a thing?
Anyway.
Cottonfield 10 decided to comply with my cities lockdown orders, thus not counting attendance against us for the next month. So guess who did not go to the cottonfield, not I said the hybrid, not I. Well I did but only to drop off my girlfriend off since she has more of a reason to go. Me, I’m just a lowly field nigga.
But me, me nigga I rested. It felt great not to have to go to a place where my throat swelled up despite allergy medicine and masks efforts. I watched so many shows, on Kami. JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure is the legit most beautiful ridiculous anime I have seen. Ill be glad when the next part gets on Hulu. Baby Yoda is so fucking cute, Community was Hilarious. Alot of shows were watched, movies seen for the first time over the next few months. I won’t go through them all but if you are that interested then you can go through my tags for this post.
But most importantly I worked on my comic series, yea the thing that has took a deep stake in my heart since 4 years ago. For those who weren’t paying attention I reached an impasse because of CottonField 10. Simply put I was so fucking tired, SO FUCKING TIRED. 2019 to early 2020 I probably only did at least 1 and a half issues, which was the rest of Issue 6 and most of Issue 7. Frustration doesn’t even describe how I felt.
Shout out to Corona for giving me the chance to color all night like I did in 2016.
But of course all good things come to an end. Masta sent out a message to us slaves early May saying attendance was about to be mandatory again. Had the pandemic ended? Spoiler Alert, it didn’t. Actually it is still very much thriving, like the plague of yesteryears.
But shirts take a priority over peoples health I guess, yay capitalism.
Despite that new mandate via electronic pigeons, I dreaded going back. My spirit said nah Nigga. You need to understand, I loathed CottonField 10 as much as Cottonfield 4. Maybe it was the swelling of my throat, maybe it was because no one in my position was ever going to get a raise, maybe it was the new 3 day 12 hr shifts that exhausted me more so on top of the only way to get my 40 hrs was to work a 4th day at the full 12 hour capacity. But I hated that place, contemplating what the fuck am I doing with my life, loathing that I couldn’t work on my book the way I wanted, the existential ennui I felt standing in front of a dryer wondering WTF am I doing with my life.
Fun Right.
Instinctually my spirit said don’t go back. If I went back I would be condemning my spirit and my throat. Pay checks be damned, especially when they are mediocre and stable to a point.
A snake popped in my vision. Relax not a real one but a spirit snake for lack of better words.
Some of you don’t speak witch and it shows.
I know I’ve lost some people, but if you made it to this point you may as well keep reading. That Friday I decided to take a walk at the park where I shot my mermaid adventures. Ironically the date of that Friday was the same date and day as me graduating from college, May 15. I walked around and again I saw that snake, but the skin shed to white as I contemplated my life. I googled white snake symbolism and what I got was transformation and rebirth.
My mind was made up. I quit that blasted slave pit.
I quit on good terms, gave some amalgamated mesh of why I can’t stay. Along the lines of why I left, that I didn’t want to catch it and pass it on to my elder family members. Blah Blah Blah. And just like that I was out.
NIGGA I YEETED. I would have yeeted more if they gave me my unemployment, but fuck them. I hope to never see them again. Side note, my girlfriend told me there was so many cases of Corona every week. As soon Lockdown wave 1 ended they went back to their bullshit slave practices of forcing everyone to be in the same area.
But me personally, I was good. I colored to my hearts content, more so when my girlfriend got me a new chair. MAAAAAN listen my cheeks were so relieved they yeeted. So fucking relieved. I had some revisions to do, 2017 should be slapped for just hastily throwing stuff on paper. Slapped so hard. but I finally finished Act 2.
OMFG, I’m literally at the half way point. 10 issues down. 10 issues to go.
I should have kept going, but back pain was a thing. When July hit I took a hiatus to ya know live. Play video games, finally hacked my PSP that I got 11 years ago when I graduated college.
That was um a process to say the least. bricked it a few times. But I got it, at some point. Joy is playing Phantasy Star 4, and beating it. Especially when you were stuck at one part as a child.
RPG JOY BITCHES!!!
Beat Spiderman, Discovered AWICH, (YEET TO HER LIFE), did non profit work, went to Charleston finally, back to Atlanta because of the aquarium we saw in Charleston, Kayaked, climbed a mountain, taught photography to someone who helped me get one of the Infinity Stones, tried new recipes, read some books, got inspired by things for my next set of random ass drawings.Ya know all the simple things that ya don’t get to do when you are exhausted from a cotton field.
On Kami. On the Kami of all YEETS. If could just be unemployed and work on my art I would. Literally looking forward to my next unemployment stint.
I’m working at a place I never really wanted to work at again, but money is needed and I needed to loose weight from the past few months. I really became a chunky fuck. EWWWWW.
So October I restarted being a slave again, at a horrible fucking hour. The next place I shuck and jive at I hope I can wake up after the fucking sun. Thats all I ask bro. My comic work took a back seat to financial catch up, car registration and getting money for presents.
Ugh Life be like.
But my slave schedule changes soon, eventually I’ll be back to staying up all night while coloring as Spotify blares in the background. Nice to have to something to look forward to ya know.
Do I have any real hopes for 2021. nah bruh. I just wanna return status to zero by finishing all my art projects, enjoy concerts again, go to AfroPunk FINALLY, go to anime and comic cons, see my friends, not have anxiety attacks when I go out in public, survive a mutant super virus that has been ravishing the world for the past year, ya know the simple things.
I wish I could say I have alot of content for ya’ll, but I don’t. The typical Jano luck of photoshoots happening despite being talked about still ran true in 2020 as previous years. Actually I had planned on posting this issue when I did the photo and try to be con current with my life but obviously that didn’t happen.
Moral of the Story; If you hate the cotton field you shuck and jive and you get a chance to leave, leave that bitch if you can. ON KAMI. They don’t give a fuck about you or your life, and if you leave they will replace you like you never existed. Follow your dreams and take care of yourself.
It is the way.
This will probably be the most positive thing I say on this platform.
Maybe. Depends on how life goes.
At any rate thats all for now. I just woke up. Here’s hoping 2021 has way less fuckery than 2020, for the culture.
Dear Janolytes,
Dear Janolytes,
