CURRENTLY, I AM
head over heels for one Miss Lynda Barry. She makes me want to draw comics forever. I might mail her 3949 love-poem-comix, or at least as many as it takes to make her feel weird. And my estimated number is probably correct. I also learned that summers in antarctica means no set sun, we have an arctic wind storming towards us,
all aboard-- for adventure.
an exquisite corpse handcrafted by Jack, Jillian, Eileen, and I at hard times cafe.