they can't send you home to change anymore but you know if they could they would.

when he was under real bad i was up over. he came up over and then tucked back down so i did too. i became paralyzed crippled deranged bald i couldn't see, i started crawlin back up. he's peekin up over the edge again now, the white flag, the white white flag.

there are two main monsturds in my neighborhood. one is humongous and one is a gnome. they are both *mutterers*.

*average height for a north american woman, asslicks.

stop judgment observing me, toddler.

why. like i was afraid i would hurt his feelings if he saw me go the other way. the "other" way being at that point the *only* way left that made any modicum of sense to go.

and i have spent my whole life seeking your face in the faces that i meet, in everything i murder, in the wreckage i create.

i'll just go sweep downstairs you ol' goat hand.

pilgrim, is *this* the will of god? (just say yes, it's better.) i donno where he is now but now i have this shark, so. we'll see.

"She was not a real person; it could not matter what a toy did."

and nearly a century old, tsk tsk. he also knows how to make a butt out of punctuation apparently.

i feel like the main thing in dealing w/ customers is just being open to the fact that litrilly *anything* can bamboozle them, and then acting real casual about how oh yeah that is normal to be bamboozled by that totally obvious thing, customer.

you can't even see tv jerkus.

i try and make her be quiet but it is always veery late at night and plus she is just a baby. and a girafforaptor.

cheese sandwich not pictured to protect identity.

you try and counterbalance the natural propensity to damage yrself but just end up kind of damaged/off anyway.

our paths intersect seemingly magically, waaay UES/UWS & sometimes i rob him & sometimes i am sweet.

when i'm alooone with oonly forks & spooons an' i feel bluue what'll i doo.

workin on it.

my mom is a natural born doll. i came up more like vicky (who is a total king) but i *try* and copy my mom (which is another way i am like vicky).

it may appear from this that i ganked my gram's style which i *did* coz her style is *bangin'*.

i didn't draw this, some dickhole drew this. TWEET AWAY AMER'KA U R AWESOME.

how shall you know us from another guest? we appear pure-eyed and white-handed on the f train, with good tidings of great joy.

(you shall also know us by our TRAIL OF DEAD obv)

so you see you cannot trust anyone.

we serve cat hair down by the seashore.

this was not true when i drew it but now all of a sudden it is, which is suuper sucky in some ways but also is AWESOME, jeezis *christ* that took forever.

i feel like this will seem tongue-in-cheek but it is not.

hotpart numero uno: exposed over-the-jeans underbelly hip divot. purrr, purrrr. walk it off, boy.

the concomitant impulse being obv to hyperbolize but SRSLY A DITCH a real live goddamn ditch. eff it! eff that forevvaaarrrzz!! i'm'a go suck up some sunliiiight.

you guys and then i *swear* to *god* later i was in the city and i was in *another* baby parade. i know, i know. it is almost too much to believe, all this magic.

a friendly game of trivial pursuit with gram turned FIERCE DEBATE re: what we think that song is about.

sometimes i would be scramblin up on something i was not supposed to be on and she would hafta get onto me.

o you masters of war.

i read this article about this handsome neuroscientist who is obsessed with time, how it slows down in life-threatening situations. and i mean he is a handsome neuroscientist and everything but i have my own theory, namely that time slows down when life becomes suddenly *exquisite*

i remain a little too bobdylan'sdream-y about this one particular baby.

so yeah which is basically just to say to everyone i saw *later* that if i seemed irregular/to be making weird decisions, it is not always quite that bad.

it is tooo hard to draw you so you are herein portrayed by some sort of yard marmot.

which is not the douchiest thing to say to a guy with dreads but does figure on the richter.