happy easter

the devil wrote me a love letter last week
but i just dropped it into the singel


what an asshole
he doesn't even have any original ideas
i mean, come on:


what a fag!

satan's 'go-to guy': AROSAUPHIUS

shrill screams beckon his comming
this beast from the killing fire of damnation
eyes staring madly into yours
into your soul
it knows what you dream about
it smells what you fear
as the cloven demon rides the wind of empty remorse
it stops and takes a piss at an interstate rest stop
heck, demons 'go' too you know
it's too bad he can't conjure away his overactive bladder problems
maybe he should try Zelnorm
is that the stuff that stops the pee-pees?
or is that the 'make my dick bigger' pill?
boy, would that suck if he got 'em mixed-up
he comes to steal the very life's blood from your body
all the while donning a medically enlargened erection that has the perma-drips
the only thing you'd die of is laughter
and then HE'd die of embarrassment
then you'd laugh and laugh
laughing so long and loud that you'd actually fall onto the ground
and grab your side
getting 'in stitches', they used to call it
ho ho ho

THEN he'd kill you in some horrible fashion
probably in a manner not involving his incontinent dick hose

...probably

anyway, the goat is scary, take my word for it
i mean, shit... he's riding an asteroid through space/time
all the while shooting fiery projectiles from each hoof
that's pretty damn scary if you ask me


maybe I need to roll him up...

oh, you know what I mean
(D&D players unite)

gold mask use #2

robot ronnie james

while I'm at it

i dug deeper into the old memory box
I found some SUPER OG robot stuff, from my original pitch bibles for cartoon network.
here's the second drawing I EVER did of Robot

at one point I thought Robot should wear a 'batman' t-shirt

our favorite freaky brethren, the Yogman twins, were originally more 'tweedle-dee/tweedle-dum'-ish (but still pure EVIL)

and, one of my favorites: at one point while originally pitching the show, some executives thought that Robot should have a human family... so I gave him this:

oh, and I was trying to give robot his first exposed metal body... C-3P0's apparently...

but one thing was always constant:
Robot was a punk
... even when the network thought I should give him a 'real' name
(hence the "M" on his shirt... you'll have to guess what it stands for... I won't tell)

OK... OK...
more NEW art next time
no more looking back

oh yeah..?

not to be outdone by mike, here's some robot thumbnails I did for the opening titles...



and a page from the 'nudist' thumbnails as well!

art for the modern wall

here's my new installation on the back wall of the BOGERTY BUILDING at 8th and lyndhaven st.
look, 4 poopies are already enjoying it!



(works inspired by napikin art)
...like this:

mårz

B-I-C-Y-C-L-E

i like
to
pretend
i'm living
in
amsterdam
even though
it's
just
los angeles

KRUDD-y

so, since nickelodeon has seen fit to put this cartoon in a crate and store it in that gigantic warehouse next to the arc of the covenant
(that's for you 'indy' fans)
I thought I'd shed some light on a cartoon that I'm really proud of making
and let internet nerds the world-over see what mike and I made
here's that long lost pilot for the cartoon which never was
the WIZZARD of KRUDD
...enjoy

money money money

I've designed another denomination...
this time it's the U.S. 4 dollar bill
don't spend it all in one place
$4 $4 $4 $4

napkin anyone?

remember those bar napkins I mentioned earlier..?

well, here's a sketch i did at a bar remembering another bar


a vortex immediately opened once i finished this drawing.

DRIVER

Inquiring minds want to know

the emphasis is on the 'com'
like iconic

i need money so bad... i gotta make my own

here's my design for the new 12 euro bill
it's made from old chuck taylor tongues and tempra paint.
use it next time you wanna buy hash at the Dampkring

title sequence for 'BENJAMIN'S GHOST'

you can't break a $100 bill at the Short Stop after 11pm!!
No Sir...

sgt. john bloomers

while rummaging in my attic I found this old tintype of my distant relative SERGEANT JOHN BLOOMERS,
union cavalryman from the tuchumsa hill brigade
... prestigious!

there's a secret path...

right past the reflecting pond
on the trail that leads you by the amphitheater
with the 80's style graffiti covering the walls.
all who look can see the path
but who's looking?
and what do they see?
why, it's the ducks!!
marching in straight rows
swaying with each waddle
wearing teeny-weeny hardhats
with teeny-weeny lights
and teeny-weeny pick axes
off they march
proudly
along the bank of the pond
and where do they march, I heard that little girl in the back ask...?
to mine delicious powdered pizza flavoring
for 'Pringles' potato chips
they march off to the mines...
the PIZZA TASTE mines


and I smile as I ring my bell in cheer
and pedal just a bit slower
through the park
past the reflecting pool
towards the underpass
and out into my vacation.

i enjoyed the music that night

notice my homage to ian flemming
when asking myself,
"what do i put between his arms..?"
my itunes replied with an angelicly fruity lullaby

enough with the porno!

when i'm happy i draw myself like this

















oooooh... but when i'm bummed:




incidentally, neither one looks anything like me

pac-tit

wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka
boop borp moop
you win the boobie!