Lonely Leigh Wants to Play

here’s a piece i did, custom for halloween!

her name is leigh. and i wrote a shitty poem for this piece:

poor leigh
she only wanted to play
but the man bit her
and she screamed murder
and now she hates the day

so im not going out on halloween because its just madness and i dont really fancy queueing 3hours to get into some shitty club jampacked with shitty smelly kids all doing the melbourne shuffle (ORIGINALITY PLEASE, GUYS?). instead, i have 2 houseparties to attend! woohoo, cant wait! im gonna be anna wintour, hawhaw… in fact, im going out now to buy some faux fur to be totally anna.