Inktober 2: Spiders.

"The PETIT¹ model popular with amateur automatonists² of France and England is relatively easy to construct, does not require much raw material and does not take up much space on account of its small size. The model is capable of working and completing simple tasks, light manual labor and is equipped with a morse code "beeper" for rudimentary communication.

¹ There seems to be no one true way of decoding the abbreviation, and it is most likely that it serves no purpose other than a witty word play on the model's size.
² Several craftsmen have credited themselves as the author of the original schematic, but have all been disproven. The true author is yet to be identified."

Hannah Tremblay, "Automatics Yearly", issue 4, p. 78.

There is nothing we can do.

Інктобер Інктобером, а на замовлення мене завжди вистачає <3

There was never an Instagram rant, and if you saw it, no you didn't

Інктобер буде краще коли я згадую як малювати на папері, please stand by.

Me

This one's lazy but eh

Inktober 3: Path.

"Not to mention the Delta. When was the last time any of you went down there? The Old Glais is the artery - waterway - to half of the city, quarter of [goods] passes through and around the Delta and onto our tables, and what of the Delta itself?
Last time I saw it - and that's this Tuesday - last time I saw it it was several dozen shacks, a cabaret run by criminals and the other half of it - a sandlot. They fish. That's how they feed themselves. They live in decrepit shacks, take narcotics and fish, because this city built by an immigrant for immigrants, populated by immigrants like you and I and them, cannot provide for a roof and a plate."

Thomas Candle in his address on low-income communities to the Gobby city council, March 12, 1898.

Inktober 4: Dodge.

"Stop callin' me deathless, sir. I do not know what to tell you, bullets just don't get me. Maybe I dodge 'em or something, could be that. Or maybe I'm just that lucky. Or rather, I ain't lucky, cus 'em bullets do hit me, just not the vitals, miss by 'bout [a centimeter]. This one damn near got me in my [testicles], ricochet off of this here belt buckle, grazed my chin and took off my damn hat. God knows if that was me dodging it or dumb luck. I do not know. I ain't deathless though, sir, wish I were."

Clint Westfield in his interview for "Daily Isles" noscriptd "Deathless Texan Found in Port?" after his seventh presumed death that year. April 14th, 1894.

Наново відкриваєш анкету перекладача на сайті пошуку роботи, і типу

Я думаю, що час переводитися на факультет сутенерства

БУДЬ ЛАСКА ВІД'ЇБІТЬСЯ Я НЕ БУДУ ПРАЦЮВАТИ В АРЕНІ КОНСУЛЬТАНТОМ МЕНІ ПОХУЙ СКІЛЬКИ ВАШІЙ КОМПАНІЇ РОКІВ

WAKE THE FUCK UP, КОЗАК

WE HAVE A МІНКУЛЬТ TO BURN