Bab Rashing
Making art like you’re in a trance, Bob Ross is whispering in your ear, and you’re too drunk to care if it looks good.
I Bab Rashed my ex’s portrait. It looks like a raccoon with a grudge.
I tried Bab Rashing and now my wall looks like a war zone. I’m proud.
My dad said I was Bab Rashing again. I said I was living my best life.
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