Rob Unlucky

@robunlucky.bsky.social

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45/m MDNI Lead Guitar/Vox for The Unlucky 13’s Communistic melancholist 305->352 Guitar\Comics\TTRPG\Linux\Anime\Socialism\Atheism\PunkRock\40K Enthusiast DMs always open for weird conversations. ADHD GAD ARFID IYKYK 📍Gainesville, FL

Rob Unlucky looking awkward AF with an “I voted “ sticker in front of a brick wall.
The photo is of a page in a sketchbook where the beginning of a Spider-Man drawing. In the background of the photo is a reference mannequin in a dynamic pose. In the drawing Spider-Man’s right hand is pointed right at the viewer and is shooting web fluid at them. Webhead appears to be slinging through the air at the end of one swing and starting another. Or at least that is what the artist is trying to achieve. He isn’t really sure about the proportions or the perspective. But he will stick with it, to see where it goes. Hoping I can get it to a point where he feels he can ink it.
A straight on black and white shot of my face. I’m wearing a tank top, underneath my eye glasses the bags under my eyes are pronounced. A aura of tiredness and existential exhaustion exudes from the photo.
A black & white photo of Rob Unlucky. The camera is looking up from my lap, above my goatee my lips are parted as I slowly exhale a cloud of smoke. I am looking forward as the smoke wafts up and obfuscates my face. I am sitting on a couch in front of a slatted window. Barely visible is the top of the Dead Kennedys logo on my shirt. The photo is high contrast and juxtaposes rich blacks against the stark white of the ceiling. I am framed in the lower right corner of the shot, with most of the photo comprising empty space. Apologies, I tend to get overly verbose when I am high.
A photo of a suburban street covered in a dense fog.
While resting on my gray couch there is a gray domestic long haired cat named Wolfie, lying across my leg. While behind my leg is an orange cat named Graham Cracker. Both cats are napping, Wolfie’s butt is in Grahams face. My foot is visible just behind Wolfie’s head, while Grahams foot is stretched out over my thigh. In the background is an open green door.
A fish eye photo of pillow like clouds bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun. There is a light post in the left foreground with a cable run on either side of it. At the bottom edge of the photo is the silhouette of palm trees. The blazing orange giving way to soft blues and gray.
A digital drawing of the grim reaper in a violet/purple cloak. They’re holding a scythe, and stating to no one in particular “I can’t fucking wait to take 2025.” This year has gone on so long and so badly, that even the personification of death can’t wait for it to end.
Rob Unlucky’s Christmas dinner. 3 slices of Marcos fiery pepperoni pizza are on a paper plate in the foreground. To the right is a can of Genese “Genny” Cream Ale, there is also a 510 battery from The Flowery. There is a 510 cartridge attached to the battery filled with a concentrate of Blue Lobster.
Rob Unlucky’s ugly mug resting on the top curve of his 2005 Trans Black Epiphone WildKat named Luna. His face is curiously close to the f-hole, his sad dead eyes staring directly into your soul. You resonate with the greyscale that he is represented in. The various tonal shades each representing its own bittersweet melancholy to drown in. Giving way to the starkness of vertical blinds and ceiling in clinically painful white. A subtext in which any could drown in is just out of sight, over the horizon.