sketchy.

yes.
those're a pair of severed swan head armwarmers.
more importantly,
does that scarf look familiar?
how about those eyebrows?
alright, the hair though, yeah?
i'm sorry about the feet... i can't come up with any excuses.
look,
it's not like i plan out what i'm going to draw.
wherever the pencil goes, is where it goes, my ninjas.
the fact that a brief phone conversation can infect my righteous right hand is pretty cool,
even if the outcome isn't gonna be in the final project.
i drew up a giant pile of sketches,
and i'm only feelin' about half of 'em.
mostly,
it's skulls and beards and pipes,
like ghosts of the forest an' that.
my friend jim says he can up the production values,
and take the stuff to his ol' printing shop,
for industrial stapling, edge-trimming,
and the counterpoint to binder's creep,
a.k.a the bane of 'zines everywhere.
"spirits and memories of the woodsly goodness"
get ready.

how many times do i have to say it?
really?
okay,
just once more:
do overs are doo-doo all over.
the same weak sauce that didn't work yesterday?
still gaytarded today.
the new hottness trumps the old bustedness every time.
old bustedness doesn't turn awesome with age.
of course,
the old hottness stays awesome over time, too....
that said,
in the spirit of the good ol' days,
and not the weak-sauce whining of yesteryear,
my special buddy,
my wingman,
my ace homeboy,
the cucch,
is comin' up today!
i'm makin' rock blocks!!
we're makin' screen prints!!!
and lightin' sh!t on fire!!!!
and vegan doughnuts better be on the schedule somewhere, too.
i'm sayin'.
not often enough do i have visits from my really-real ninjas.
y'know,
i'm not exactly nearby any of my back-in-the-day peoples.
but,
being a hermit implies isolation and loneliness,
so i'm still so much more interested in being a guru.
because then i'm not living too far away,
i'm residing in a clandestine destination designated for dispensing dopeness.
the woodsly goodness.
it's got all you need:
the woods. and the goodness.
i've been building up this fortress of freshness for six years now.
part mad scientist's lab, part sherlock holmes' study, part wizard's tower, and part barbarian battle-beast armory.
still, it somehow feels even more like home when it's filled up
with flavorful followers of the secret universal plan.
another day, another year, another segment of new hottness.
i'm grateful for every turn of the wrench.
time-spanners, ya'll.
never quiet, never soft.....