monsters and molotovs

What are monsters?

MONSTERS are the bad in us, the good in us, the scary, the silly, the holy, the demonic, the big, the small, the caricature, the reality, the fiction.

We are all monsters, we are all angelic. Sometimes we are both at the same time.

Jump for joy, because the monsters are here to stay.

i have made so much art in the past three-plus months. i’ve filled up six whole journals, with two more in progress. i have no access to a scanner or anything, so you’ll just have to take my word for it.

other things i have no access to: cell phone, reliable internet connection, anarchists, people whose politics do not offend me.

also known as: “more monster doodles” (fun fun fun: http://www.zefrank.com/scribbler/scribblertoo/)

it seems like all i draw anymore are monsters. maybe i am obsessed, maybe i’m not creative, or maybe it doesn’t even matter. maybe some day, i will find the motivation to draw a guide, showing what each of the monsters represents. or maybe i will just leave it up for interpretation.

also: blah blah blah, wordpress messes up picture sizing. click the pictures to un-resize.

“big bro & the monster co”

“got yr heart on a string / can’t feel a thing”

made using this fabulous site: http://www.zefrank.com/scribbler/scribblertoo/

Dear world,

I miss you, I really do.

I’m sorry I haven’t called or written back. I’m sorry for mumbling and lying and telling half-truths and walking around with my head down and giving half smiles and not saying anything at all. I’m sorry for not coming to your parties and protests and events and meetings. I’m sorry for not being able to explain myself. I’m sorry for everything it’s possible to apologize for, and then some.

People have told me I’m a good writer, but I feel like a terrible one. I wish I knew how to write in metaphor, how to hide what I mean under moving imagery so that everyone identifies with it, says “yes, that’s lovely; that’s so true!” but doesn’t really know what I’m trying to say.

A classmate once praised me for my bluntness, but it’s not something I do intentionally; it’s the only way I know how to be. And so I haven’t written, I haven’t made art, I haven’t spoken to people. It’s easier this way. You don’t want to hear the truth, and I don’t want to tell it.

I’m going to end here, because this is too honest.

Love,

Me

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I was going to re-scan some of these before posting them, but I think the fact that I’ve been saying that for two months is a pretty clear indication that it’s not going to happen. So here are some poorly scanned copies of my comics for Hourly Comic Day. Try not to get too depressed by them, I guess.

WordPress will probably mess up the picture sizing and whatnot, so if for some reason you would like to read the words, just click on the pictures.

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old comics are old.

i swear this happened.

don't worry, we also have subscriptions to journals that cost maybe a million dollars. i think that is probably not an exaggeration.

there is a rift in time & space in the university library. quick, somebody call The Doctor.

i have an active(ly depressing) imagination.