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I spent over $40,000 to get my family out of Gaza, thanks to your generous donations. Before that, during the Rafah threat, I was scammed out of $20,000 trying to secure a cheaper evacuation. I even sold my beloved computer for $7,000 to cover the living costs of the last months in Gaza and expenses during the war, including food, water, and tents. Now, I have nothing left—no job, no money, no passion. Please help me restore my PC. 💔

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Pretty boy? You're kidding me? Pretty boy?

"Dogs Playing Poker" ♠️🏜️

returning to the void

Blind Alley No. 255

Blind Alley No. 270

my brutalist son just killed my rococo son with his gray concrete alphabet blocks

have they considered displaying it in the silent hill hell world yet? perfect fit if you ask me

handsome cowboah (did you know he had an upper lip scar?)

Here are a few points to clarify:

As for our English fluency, the literacy rate in Gaza is the highest in the Arab world, with 96.4% of residents educated and 98.3% among males. This is remarkable, considering Gaza's poverty and the Israeli blockade.

Most GoFundMe campaigns are organized by Gazan Palestinians abroad supporting their families back home. So yes, we have internet access out here 🙃

Fraud and deception are traits of the Israeli Defense Forces, not Palestinians. We show our faces and provide evidence with open live streams, but some hearts are blind and some brains are corrupted—especially yours. Please don't use it; it's a disaster.

“I thought this city didn’t have any gods.”

The pigeon grinned a beak full of dog’s teeth. “Ha. They say there aren’t. They even kept most of them out for a while.”

“How did you make it?”

“By being smart. By hiding.”

She gave the one-legged, feral feathered thing a sideways look. “As a pigeon?”

“Sometimes,” said the pigeon. “Sometimes I’m graffiti on a wall. Sometimes I’m a coin dropped in a beggar’s hand. I am neon at night, the rain in the light. I am the song the busker sings. I listen to the prayers of those who come to the city with big dreams.”

“And in return?”

It grinned again. Steam rolled off its feathers, smelling of cigarettes. “I eat their despair.”

“That’s cruel.”

It moved its wings in something like a shrug. “That’s the big city for you.”

I was reminded of this story and wanted to try and paint the pigeon god

It will forever haunt me that I cannot share this joke with everyone I meet

smiley Arthur.

I like it but not as much as I liked John, cuz John I spent 2 days on it and this one took me some darn hours.

a little insane dutch sketch before bed keeps low honor away

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