Wow man

inspiring series.. i should probably pull my shit together and enjoy this "release" you speak of. i feel like doing a single drawing of your caliber (or a lot of folks on here right now) would be a huge endevour.. i think i know how yanbu felt when he was talking about his dry spell. i only recently started making any music whatsoever too. married with child, work work work. work on the house after work. at least i am drinking less and getting fit again. hoo dawg talk about a release. words typed feel good. i should get shit faced so i can write huge walls on text hungover like old times.. make a drawing then ahahahhhhhhhahdhfasdufhwr!

Dude... push some ink!

Sure it hurts at first... Hand muscles ache, knuckles crack and split. The wounds sting with the flow of blood. But at some point, that blood becomes lubricant. And your hands begin to move as if by a will not of your own. At first your heart pounds, eyes widen. A smile stretches across your lips. But soon it sours. You realize your hands are not in your control. They move faster and faster. Lines appear, shapes form. Something begins to emerge from the ink. You furl your brow, unsure of the eerily familiar design presenting itself. It... It's... It's you... Or a gerbil. Maybe you in a gerbil costume. Yes, you completely rocking a badass gerbil costume... with fangs...