Lizard People

on February 24, 2021 at 9:23 pm

Lizard People

Finally Googled Lizard People, aww Jeez, now I have to reconfigure them in this story. I may have heard of David Icke before but I didn’t pay attention, y’know, ADD & all, but this is better than what I got going – where they just wanna kill Cherry ’cause Love & Joy are bad for the business of Hate & Fear; turns out they need human blood to continue existing in this dimension & menstrual blood is better, but the very best is the menstrual blood of the High Priestess, well, Cherry is the Goddess of Love, that’s close enough, so they don’t want her dead, they want to, need to, suck her pussy! So they can continue their important work of enslaving Humanity.

So what do they look like? Well, they’re shapeshifters so they can maybe look however they want to, or is there only a certain human form each of them can shift to? What’s their original reptilian form? Well, there’s probably different varieties (species?) of reptilians, so…

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Cover Concept

on February 16, 2021 at 8:19 pm

Gotta do a better cover for #24 than I did for #23. Maybe something like this. Love Goddess in a showdown with the Powers That Be in the mean streets. There should be a sign: Mean Street. Should be her people behind her with all their signs & giant puppets & angry feminists, she’s facing the cops; maybe on the back cover have her facing the other way, with all the cops, robots, angry politicians, drones, Apache helicopters & shit coming at her. Oh, & police barricades don’t look like that; can make an interesting composition with them. Single point perspective coming from her pussy. Maybe have the bolts of energy coming out of there. I dunno.

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on February 9, 2021 at 8:48 pm

We got tested Saturday, made an appointment online, went to Balloon Fiesta Park, through a visually confusing maze of bright orange pylons with white stripes on their tops strung with strings of car lot multi-colored pennants through a checkpoint manned by National Guard troops, got a small flat plastic bag of stuff out of a window with one of those old-people can-grabbers, then to one of three little shacks looked like outhouses where someone behind plastic drapes told us to open the bottle take the swab and put it in our cheek- oh man, we were so happy we didn’t have to have somebody jam Q-tips up into our skulls… she said it was 10% more effective as well, so yay to that.

OK, we both tested NEGATIVE. We’re good for now.

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on January 25, 2021 at 10:27 pm

I know, it’s past the time for this to be appropriate, I’m not operating in real time; when they started talking about Democracy’s Death Spiral, well, I just wanted to illustrate that. They did some serious damage to the rickety old cobbled-together thing that had already failed: it allowed That Piece Of Shit to become president. Maybe it can still be pulled out of this dive. There’s never an impact, it’s actually a slow process, pieces will just keep falling off of it until there’s nothing left to hit the ground. What will fill the space left behind, going forward?

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Story Doodles

on January 12, 2021 at 10:45 pm

This is some good shit. Kind of. There’s seeds for at least 12 stories in here. The drawing seems to come out so much more loose & flowing & shit when it’s just doodling on what we used to call typing paper (nobody types on paper any more). Things tend to come out better when you just don’t give a fuck, when you’re just playing, having fun. When it’s a beautiful piece of Strathmore bristol board & you’re making bold permanent strokes on it; important information, which wants to be the best quality from the smallest quantity (brevity is the soul of wit) & really ought to be carefully elegantly properly placed. Dunno. Maybe I should do all my shit on copy (not typing) paper, but then the original art would be like really cheesy would that be better like ephemeral but real like I vomited it up in the alley behind the crappy diner in the really bad part of town. Like Kerouac, like I wrote it on a roll of toilet paper in a shitty motel on Route 66 in 1955 [citation needed] (it wasn’t toilet paper). I don’t do art especially for the collector’s market & fuck you for making me think about that. But I should be commenting on the shit that’s going down now, with my witty clever wry commentary, should I not? I gotta go.

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