in-jokes and catchphrases, illustrated.

finally!
all that 'too much is never enough' crap takes forever.
i could maybe take a better photo,
if it wasn't dark and sucky for sources of natural light.
that said,
for what it's worth,
i'm into it.
pretty hard, even.
but that's also because it has everything i like in it:
wrenches, viking barbarian battle-beasts, wizards, bobotic armor, runes,
beards, hot fire, lightning,
leaves, acorns, lobster claws, hands with teeth, bones, moths....
yeah.
that's what's poppin'.
i don't know what i'm supposed to DO with it now, of course.
but i never do.
that's the same reason i have a million billion spit hot fire collage/paintings,
and a trillion zillion creepy little dolls,
and hundreds of battle-beasts, puppets, prints, and earrings, talismans,
big heads, and every muthaflippin' other thing, too.
too much is the right amount.
and if you have too much,
you may even need a little bit more.
-in the spirit of MORE,
here's some more:

talisman fever!
these are his totems, yo.
like, where he gets his eagle's eggs powers an' that...
(nacho libre, anybody?)
wheat (earth),
moth (air),
bone torch (fire),
rare blue lobsterclaw (water),
wrench (eleven-ness);

speakin' on wrenches,
that wrench is talkin' some sh!t,
about bringin' the thunder, even.
that's a hard style, mutha-uckas,
i'm sayin'.

lightning BOLTS.
word.
my crooklyn ninja,
dan dealy,
thought of that clever shizzle two nights ago.
i switched it up just a little.
no offense, my ninjas,
but he probably has more ideas than you do.
call him and ask him for one.
you'll see.

one can only assume those leaves are blowin' on the winds of war,
and change, an' that.
like i said, ya'll,
everything i like...

did you notice the ghost ring magic around the toothy spit hot fire hand?
yeah.
i'm not even kiddin'.

bird poop.
niiice.

even the signature gets the too much treatment, ya'll.
the weird A isn't japanese or anything, 
so take it easy.
the rest should be obvious by now....

just to fill you guys in on some of my superstitious-type makiness;
anybody remember the lobster dish i bought at the fair?
yeah,
that's the foil-covered palette plate i used.
channeling the secret spirit of the universal planagram, ya'll.
i doo-doo that freaky sh!t.
 
this is the face i make when i don't know what's next;
never quiet, never soft...