||[May. 10th, 2006|07:28 pm]
In addition to writing anti-Republican screeds and ugly stories about alcoholism and |
drug abuse, I also enjoy drawing. Before corporate America crushed my soul and
emotionally crippled me, I wanted to draw comic books for a living. Honestly if I
could get paid to draw I'd never leave the office. I would gleefully be chained to
a drawing board for life, furiously scribbling away, pausing only to eat, drink, and
once in awhile masturbate in a corner.
Maybe that's what Satan will do to me after God sees the below drawings. I'll get
hit by the M23 bus and spend eternity chained to a razor-wire covered, firey hot,
acid engulfed drawing board doodling:
The Adventures of Bitter Jesus
You can always leave Corporate America and do what you want.
Satan is that you? Oh sorry - you sounded so much like Satan just then with that temptation-laden "Dooooooooooo it"!
Would love to leave corporate Amerika but I haven't figured out how to scale the barbed wire fences and avoid the machine gun towers. But maybe Bitter Jesus will help me tunnel under the landmines to escape into artistic freedom. Until then I'll have to figure out a way to pay off these student loans without dealing drugs or faking my own death.
Corporate America doesn't know what it's hiding away behind the barbed wire fences. Bitter Jesus is just brill, full of that sarcastic, biting humor I love.
Sorry, that would be me shaking incoherently and unable to come up with a clever comment on these. Crikey! Hell? Waiting for you? I've a feeling they're expecting you to precipitate Armageddon. As harsh and cruel and insightful as ever you sick, f**k! ;P