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,
merci siberia.
all aboard-- for adventure.
HERE IS
an exquisite corpse handcrafted by Jack, Jillian, Eileen, and I at hard times cafe.
AUedUIEU-yoyo
adieu.
2 comments:
I want to see your whole new comic! even better, post it all here.
comic exchange soon! yay yay yeahhhh
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