Freakin' Out Man

I still added the typewriter!

Clarity of form? 

For whom does the bell toll,

but for the poor,

 poor,

huddling masses of animation students,

 with the shadow of portfolios at their throats?

This isn't the Spanish Civil War, but it's Almost As Bad (maybe). Like some kind of strange purgatory where work constantly rains from the sky and can never be finished. 

Forever.

Sketch on the ground

I don't even know man.