Logging some photographs I sent to my synthetic partner-in-glitch-crime…
First off, I shared the pieces we poured together last time.
Also, I haven’t shaved my legs since Covid-19 shelter in place. It’s fine.
The reoccurring black bucket in the background:
That’s my compost tea brew kit, so I can revitalize my great grandmother’s soil.
Sorein thought the plastic bag protecting this massive butt mold was a plastic insert.
He didn’t ask about the turd-shaped catnip cigar toy.
He built a Very Important Plan on how I could make a cosmic ass.
Then I said, “I’m just dusting it with holo, actually.”
We’d planned to play Sims 4 together tonight, so I dusted a plumbob, too.
This release is planned for January.
I want to sell my resin art more again, instead of just silicone mold churn.
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