Short Timer: Eight Months in Club Fed

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Punk-Ass rasict white people are everywhere!

It's time to start looking harder at what it is we're doing. I ask myself constantly am I happy with th way things are? Am I content on living in this world full of shit? When do we stand up burn this shithole down so that we can start anew? I want Anarchy, and Chaos, and the streets to run red. I want freedom and fun and bombs going off. I want to feel that my life has been about something. There are people over in Germany right now fighting to make a diffrence. There are people over in Iraq right now following orders like good little Nazis. There are children in America who could care less and parents who are too paranoid from watching Fox News to do anything about anyhting. When will we stand up and say enough is enough. I don't care about Paris or Lohan, or who's on The View. I could care less about Phil Spector or George Cloony. I"m happy Scooter Libbey's going down but I doubt I'll happen. G.W. will pardon him right before he goes out. Then there immigration reform talk from a bunch of white assholes who have no ral rights to this land at all. How can you try to regulate who comes onto land that was stolen to begin with. Any talk of immigration reform is racist! I want to fight all these rightwing bastards who are trying there best to make me be afraid to let my girlfriend go to Target by herself. I want to fuck up the bastards who want to make us all suspicious of our neighbors who don't believe the same shit crap Juedo-Christian fear-mongering that the rest of the idiots running around here do. God is vengeful and wrathful and ful of shit. Zues brought down lighting bolts and so will I. I just can't understand why more people aren't snapping and unloading on the sheep to setthem free. You wonder why nobody stopped that one fucking kid at Virgina Tech. It's because they were all cowards. And so are all of you!

I would like to share with you...

Just for anyone who is paying attention, I'd like to share a smattering of my current work with you. If you like it comment please. I'd like to know posting on this site is worth it or not.



These are some old sketchs I just recently scanned in.

Jesus is this my life

Time was I would have something important to say, some rich social comment on the state of our world today. Today however, I am quite tired, and completely fed up with my inability to get decent work in this god-forsaken town (St. Louis). My muscles feel heavy and it sluggish. It looks like rain and I don't have an umbrella. My gals birth-day is coming and today is one of my best friends b-day. I have absolutely no money and no promising prospects of getting any before the end of next week. I had a job or so I thought but for some reason my employer just quite answering her phone and I have no clue as to what I'm going to do next. I have been out early all this week with the exception of yesterday. No Luck as of yet. Knowing me I will get a great job just in time for me to be forced to work on the night Morrissey plays. Which is in little over a weeks time. I have my tickets already so I know something is going to have to go wrong. I'm trying to fight this since of dread with playful things, to remind myself that all isn't lost. But today I did the unthinkable. I applied at not one but two corporations. Apple bees (sic), and Target (gag), can you believe it! I have applied to corporations before even worked for a few. I just figured I beyond that at this late hour in my life. Yet I need a job more than I need air right now. I'm broke beyond the point of belief and it's beginning to strain my beautiful relationship. Several arguments have already erupted over my lack of viable employment. I don't want to break up my happy home, so at this point I'll flip burgers at McDonald's if I have to. God pleas don't let it come to that.

In the meantime I've been working extra hard on this whole Monkee Armada thing I came up with a few years ago. It's been a slow evolution from a few drunken sketches while i was in NYC to this bizzaro pseudo-cult-revolutionary group. I'm working almost entirely with no feed back which is hard enough. The grand opus of the group "The Codas Armadas" is nearly complete after nearly two years of sporadic typing. Later this year it should be ready for public scrutiny. Until then I've been busy mutating pics that I will soon offer up for your consumption. Last night I did a grat batch that I'm super proud of I should have them up in a few days until then this will have to suffice bitches!!!