My Little Teacup

Without her I would be thirsty
Without her I would be cold
Without her I would be lonely
I'll sip and our days will unfold.

Without her how could I be bold.

And with her such tales will be told.

The taste of her I could extole.

And with her I long to grow old.

Do I ramble, love?

Quarantine Area

Remember to keep your gasmask on at all times.

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Downtime and It's Effect on Your Future Plans

Who you were meant to be is arbitrary.  All that's left to be determined is who you'll be in another twenty years.  Let's hope you're congniscent enough to determine that.

Antisocial Network

Detaching yourself from the world gets harder every day.  Though invasive, you long for it.  Repellent even from that distance.

Gunsmoke

 
I've recently been wondering about why a pacifist vegan would be so obsessed with the iconography of violence.  It's true though, whenever I'm faced with an empty hand my first thought to fill it is a switchblade or .22 caliber snub nose.  I'm a musician but I don't like composing instruments, a painter but I don't like painting brushes.  Seems the things I love are the last things I'm willing to draw.  Perhaps it's the taboo; guns are so abhorrent to me that they've developed some forbidden appeal.  Then again I find robots and monkeys in no way disagreeable but I'm never shy about drawing them.  Perhaps my lack of ownership of these things is accountable.  Maybe one day my robot and pet monkey will be playing with my Luger P08 and I'll have lost interest in drawing any of them.  Yet, I still draw a lot of girls and I am now the proud owner of one (shout out to the Mrs.).  She owns me, at least.  Well, maybe that's it, perhaps I have an immutable self-effacing neurosis that guns, knives, monkeys, and robots will come to their senses and leave me.

I Claim This Sound For The People

Gotta make a move to a

town that's right for me

Town to keep me movin'

Keep me groovin' with some energy


Well, I talk about it

Talk about it

Talk about it

Talk about it

Talk about, Talk about

Talk about movin

Waltz of the Razor Skyline

It was an exaggeration, of course.  There were, in fact, certain things that could cut deeper than harsh words.

Flier for my good friends Corey & Michelle's band Razor Skyline.  This version has more subtle lettering than the final image that had the band names in black.  Come to the show, it will be grand.

An Old Beasts Quest for Life

Truly shocking.

SMASH!

I really like sport socks on girls.  Especially when they're destructive.  The girl of course, destructive socks would probably be a bummer.

Unobscured Vision

You are not being watched.  No one is interested.

Personal Gift To The Greys

Call me gullible, but despite what Steven Hawking says I believe we've been visited by aliens.  Belief may be too strong a word actually.  Is there a word for "so freaked out by the possibility of that you refuse to rule out"?  I watched Communion when I was 10 and could never get that image of the little grey peeking out from behind the bureau.  Shy but invasive.  I think it’s the idea of a powerful force that can’t be reasoned with or effectively fought.  Motivations unknown and unknowable.  You never know though, maybe nobody’s ever asked.

HufferFish

The first drug I ever used recreationally was Nitrous Oxide when I was 12 years old.  A 250lb tank stolen from a dentists office, I was told that is was harmless because doctors give it to patients.  I don't know if I believed them, but I do remember greatly enjoying knocking myself out repeatedly and waking up not knowing where I was.  or what I was.  or if I existed.

I'm Against It!

Raze it down!  Raise it up!

Back on shades of grey, I miss the days of adolescent contempt.  When the government was lying to us, not sure which branch or about what but I'm sure one of them was hiding the truth about something.  The system was oppressing it's youth by forcing us to shoulder-tap outside Safeway.  Gross oversimplification was such a propitious tool for a hostile teenager.  If only I were a republican, then Glen Beck and I could drink forties a postulate accusations through our armchair insurgency like proper naive 14-year-olds.

Desolation Walker

It's not a question of available land, it's a question of who the fuck would want to live there.

The Adventures of the Agnew Octopus and the Polychlorinated Biphenyls

Octopus Fun Facts

• If arm is cut off it can regenerate it.
• They are very intelligent and can learn to open jars
•  Has unresolved distrust of authority figures
• They are completely deaf. 
• It communicates by changing color, (when it is scared it turns white.) 
• Each tentacle has 240 suction cups to grasp its prey, 1920 total suction cups total 
• Acknowledges government corporatization, but blames societal apathy for its rise.
• The octopus poisons its prey to paralyze it.

Muffling the Wails

Scream all you like.  You're the only one who's listening.

To Never Be Lonely

That is the point, isn't it?  Even if they don't breathe the same air as you, at least you're surrounded.

The Vehemence with Which My Hammer Strikes

Reagan gets way too much credit.

Loneliness of the Tokusatsu Superhero

No matter how detached from it, she will save your world yet again.

Out of Water

Because of their body shape, seahorses are rather inept swimmers and can easily die of exhaustion when caught in storm-roiled seas. They propel themselves by using a small fin on their back that flutters up to 35 times per second. Even smaller pectoral fins located near the back of the head are used for steering.

The Red Death.

I miss the days of dastardly super villains.  I don't believe that anyone considers themselves truly evil and rationalizes their plots as simply that.  It would be nice however, to have something pitch black amongst all the grey.

We are owned by pre-teen gymnasts.

They excel at flyaways, branis, and mass market production

Osmosis and The Panda Bear Fist Fight Art Exhibition Opening tonight!

Hammerhead

Sometimes you need to take your own breaths, even if they are poison.

Our Child will be the Harbinger of the New Age

The question is when.

My Brain is not Wired for this kind of Social Interaction

Whoever they are, I'm against them with you.  Your lack of trust ostensibly justified, your beligerence only burgeons my faith.

The Many Faces of the Moon and Stars

You can never be too purified.  Right?

Refrak.

To define visibility, we examine the case of a perfectly black object being viewed against a perfectly white background. The visual contrast, C_V(x), at a distance x from the black object is defined as the relative difference between the light intensity of the background and the object

The Water at the Bottom of the Cliff

According to Suicide.org 2.1% of suicides per year are due to falls, while 1.1% are drowning.  I guess it comes down to the height of the cliff.

The Phoenix Device

Whether she was born of the device
      or it's mother
All she knew was that she had to end it.

I Do Not Trust This Bird.

I do not trust this bird
         who sings backwards.

...and so it begins. First day, first Gasmask.

Happy New Year. On this wonderfully binary day my gasmask a day project begins. I will be posting a new gasmask drawing every day for the next 100 days.







Raindrops: It's been raining and I've been wet and I dread the day when the burning sky will dry my streets again.