So some asshole starts picking on me

On the internet of all places.

Using that as a way to hide.

Pussy.

With so many assholes like him

existing, is it really that strange to

hate most people?

And I really wanted to tell him

how he looks like a tall, Spanish

Dracula reject

and how the difference between him

and every other vampire

is that they suck blood,

not dick.

Unfortunately though

the original poster was trying hard to

break up the fight before it got worse

so I held back out of respect.

So I used his name as a character

that dies in one of my scripts

and the main character shows

absolutely no remorse

and informs his friend that

the same dude's girlfriend

is now "up for auction."

Sometimes, I like being a fucked up asshole.

Recently read this graphic novel called Local

Had a Forest Gump feeling afterwards.

I understood the story had to end

but I still want to know what happens

in the rest of the character's life.

Does she finally stay put?

Does she get up and go like usual?

Does she find true love?

Does she encounter someone from

any of the other Local chapters

that she left before?

What about her cousin and her brother?

It was such a good book and yes the story is

resolved but I still feel like I've been left hanging.

Oh! Btw, this is for a spot illustration for

Instigatorzine.

Just progress.

Decided to document the progress rather than

springing up the final at the last moment.

I just noticed that I still write a lot.

So I had this cool idea

and I fucked it up.

so I resorted to abstraction.

the money shot: the random mixture of colors and lines

block out the bottom half of the letter c in fact

making the word look like fart.

i like that lollipop.

when you start finding cool things

you find yourself using them.

in my case it's multicolored pens and girly pics.

btw girls have buttholes that don't function.

which is why they don't poop.

it's a useless body part.

like male nipples.

trust me.

i'm a cartoonist.

because this blog didn't transition entirely to a literary one

doodles, doodles, doooooodles, i made you out of clay.....

i also took advantage blogger's new design feature! i think it's relevant.

on cutting a tree

i am the axeman

driving the wedge

into my head

and spilling the dirt.

crack my chest

and pull out the weeds.

it's hard to scream

when your mouth is

a knothole.

i become

a wooden shell.

hollowed.

chip myself apart

by dropping on my axe

and turning into mulch.

trying to be a lumberjack

but i was always a splinter.

no more eggs.

so for this diversity stride art show i was painting a pic with more eggs. but then i realized how bad it was. it also helps when your mentor struggles to have your back on this one and two of your good friend straight up tell you to stop and do something better.