These are random sketches I did while going on my random art endeavors. Neither scribble had to do with the other yet they met on Tinder somehow.

She liked long walks on the beach while wearing as little as possible and he liked to sit around and listen to Lou Reed. His profile photo was of him holding a large trophy fish.

She was a banker and he was a clerk and when they come home from work he plays a little classical music and she the march of The Wooden Soldiers

And yet he swiped left and her right and neither knew who swiped who.

It’s the algorithm

They had two kids.

Twins

And one looked like their mother the other their father.

Nobody knew they were related.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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