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UNFRIENDLY ALIEN’S EXPERIMENTS ON DEAD FISH

I took a bunch of lingering used up bars of soap in hopes to melt them altogether and create a big chunk of soap. It fucked right up, there was soap every where, I’ll try stove top, not now, I’m stoned. What your seeing is just what it is, a collection of idea’s made into …

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LIZARDS

I found them in the closet under some studies I did when I forgot to take my pill’s. They jumped out at me, one took a chunk out of my fucking foot. Scarred ? jesus! Either I’m losing it big time or I’ve got one hell of a fucking lizard problem, man eaters ? Their …

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SELF PORTRAIT

I had just crashed my 42nd flying saucer and knew I was out of a job. I really didn’t care all that much so I left the crash site and began walking south. After stumbling for a few hours I came across an oasis in the middle of nowhere. This oasis consisted of a small …

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THIS HAS NO NAME, THE SOUL WAS REMOVED

This is a garbage can, this is where images come to die, a collection stolen, over used idea’s and inspirations. No blood has been spilled, no lust has been consummated, no dog’s have been hung, the children are happy and free of disease as they see something for the first time. No disruption’s, no breakfast, …

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I DON’T RECALL

Sometimes you just forget what it is that you’re fucking working on, maybe you’re stoned, distracted, sick off your O.C.D., hungover, bleeding, temporally blind, too many pill’s who knows why ? And who really gives a rats ass ? Work comes from strange places and it has strange smells. It comes when you’re unconscious or …

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A FOREST FOR EVERYONE

I’m not sure if I pictured this in my mind or my mind salvaged it from that leaky barren warehouse some would call my brain. In all honesty I really like it and I can’t remember drawing it. I know it’s mine, my name is on it and it conveys that certain type of horror …

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Cartoon Hand Study

One step forward, three steps back, difficult to do in the ocean, to many waves and a little bouncy, but failure comes with the wind and the shit it throws. Completion comes in a whisper and a bit of drool lovingly dropped on the neck. A collection of hands, warming up to spin, held in …