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Day 529 “Singing Like The Sun (GIF)” by Matt Chinworth (follow his tumblr TypeSWAMP where he creates a new design every single day)
My brother is writing some stuff over at Draw Distance. I’m helping him with the illustrations.

Singing like the sun. Singing like the moon and a thousand lights and stars and fire stars. Tried to keep them silent but I couldn’t keep the shouts and praise in. They just kept coming like the distant night - there’s no stopping it and you enjoy it and it’s forever your friend, the singing. It rolls over you like a big roller and flattens your mind and skull inside your head like a watermelon that reforms after the roller passes. The little singing stars put the pieces back together - the watermelon pieces, which are your head. No surprises here. Your head becomes a medium star like a large-scale onion. No suprises here. It starts singing too. It might grow up to be fierce like the old stars but it will mostly stay mild and glow like a dim light in an old mine shaft, an incandescent. It would kinda be a thin bright line like that. But little stars are best at stringing together little light string bits after they’ve fallen apart from the rolling sing-wave. They were made for it, by the the big stars. They birthed them out straight to the stitching field to patch up your stringy light-head. No suprises here. Let them come over you. It kinda hurts but it’s mostly for the better, the reforming.

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Day 529 “Singing Like The Sun (GIF)” by Matt Chinworth (follow his tumblr TypeSWAMP where he creates a new design every single day)

My brother is writing some stuff over at Draw Distance. I’m helping him with the illustrations.

Singing
like the sun. Singing like the moon and a thousand lights and stars and fire stars.
Tried to keep them silent but I couldn’t keep the shouts and praise in. They just kept coming like the distant night - there’s no stopping it and you enjoy it and it’s forever your friend, the singing. It rolls over you like a big roller and flattens your mind and skull inside your head like a watermelon that reforms after the roller passes. The little singing stars put the pieces back together - the watermelon pieces, which are your head. No surprises here. Your head becomes a medium star like a large-scale onion. No suprises here. It starts singing too.
It might grow up to be fierce like the old stars but it will mostly stay mild and glow like a dim light in an old mine shaft, an incandescent. It would kinda be a thin bright line like that. But little stars are best at stringing together little light string bits after they’ve fallen apart from the rolling sing-wave. They were made for it, by the the big stars. They birthed them out straight to the stitching field to patch up your stringy light-head. No suprises here.
Let them come over you. It kinda hurts but it’s mostly for the better, the reforming.