spacecrystal asked: one day perhaps our paths will cross, and i will tell you how brilliant i think your comics are.
That is very flattering, comics goddess! I think of you as some sort of 1940s movie star, European and distant and not real.
sleepyneuf asked: Whoa, Dane Martin. Until I saw your picture I totally thought you were an old guy. Like seriously old because your comics are so.. interesting and have this quality I can't really describe. I'm not very good at saying things sometimes. Haha, this is so embarrassing. Whatever. I was surprised! I had this whole picture of you in my head with white hair and glasses. So weird.
I am 24. I understand. It’s the wobbly line and confused, angry words. I wish I was a 70-year-old failed underground cartoonist that no one knew or spoke of instead of a 24-year-old failed etc. I have white hair and glasses in my heart!
When I saw this in 9th grade, everything was lost and my doomed path was set.
(Source: rubberhoseanimation, via perma-scowl-deactivated20170224)
sonsofnortherndarkness asked: shhh shhhh. dont listen to them, id do you
Be my Christ and savior.
Anonymous asked: Is that really you in the Garfield pic? Kinda John Wayne Gacy, dude. No offense.
Accurate enough.
GIVE ME A LOCK OF YOUR HAIR
I’ve been waiting a doldrum for Mrs. Silk
To come down from her moonbeams
And give me milk.
I’ve been waiting four decades for Mrs. Right
To put her hands on the table and spread holy light.
I’ve been waiting sixty seasons for Mrs. Pain
To break the bars of my cage and set me free again.
But I’ll keep waiting as long as the dew
Appears each morning and sparkles anew.
I’ll keep waiting as long as the clouds
Disappear into nothing, nature’s shady shroud.
I’ll keep waiting as long as the mists
Glide through the cacti and slit tender wrists.
I’ll keep waiting ‘till animals shrivel
And mountain tops decay.
I’ll keep waiting month after dwindling month,
After painful dying day.
–Chancellor Cop’s Book of Daydreams and Hate, Page 497
THE WISE OLD BIRD SAYS: Slide your face on the page and cry. How can comics go beyond cute referential garbage?
Baptism
For those of you who are interested, you can read the first seventeen pages of my comic The Cop’s Baptism, in order, in their enterity, at this location. It is a very quickly drawn, pencil-scribbled garbage comic, being just an attempt to try to get out some dialogue and ideas as quickly and painlessly as possible. It is basically serving as thumbnails for a larger project I am working on, but I sort of like the quick-and-disgusting nature of the drawing so I have been posting it here. What is tumblr for if not for half-finished failed ideas and gags? I sincerely urge all you beautiful cartoonists and art-boy-ladies to post your quickly drawn pencil failures, for hopefully they will all add up to a mound of something.
Anonymous asked: my dick is screamin in agony bc ur comix have inspired it to cum mosaic tiles. i wasnt built to excrete squares!!
The Business of Love
There will be more cartoons soon. I have been reevaluating. I haven’t drawn for four days, which I think is good. I felt myself getting entangled in a mushy rut. I am about to leave Indiana. The blank fields are covered in morning light. I can see for miles but I can only see about four trees. This is where respectable folks should come to die. The nearest town is known only as the hometown of Jim Jones. Everything is completely bare, but there are small clumps of trees that look like shiny toy forests. I never see this type of country acknowledged. Maybe my characters should all come here to lick each other and pray.
I Am In Southern Indiana At the Moment
I am confused and ill and why is Sonic the Hedgehog in the parade.
