I say fuck, and I draw. Sometimes I write, sometimes I read comics. It's all viceral.
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I had a pretty intense dream last night. It started out with all sorts of fuckery involving horses.
Riding them, feeding them and at one point shooting them. I felt awful about it for five minutes.
The dream progressed into something obscure as I donned a frog suit and proceeded to get all sorts of smashed faced with non other than the Black Keys. I don’t even know if they get down like that. There was plenty of cocaine and it was all over the front of my frog suit.
Now when I say frog suit I’m talking about a full on enormous green head and skin tight body parts. Bulge included.