A work in Progress

This is a peak at a work that has been developing over the past few years.

Creeping Death

My day, being better spent neck deep in frothy, cockroach infested dishwater than doing anything remotely satisfying, reached its peak soon after the bloated foreigner who signs my checks stopped yelling at me and walked away uttering foul tobacco flecked curses in Moldavian, a language that actually sounds as hairy as the man's own grimy neck. Anyway, As he left, he poured himself some more cognac and lit a damp, unraveling cigar... in order to impress upon me the superiority of his position. Scratching his ponderous belly, he headed out into the dimly lit dining area to carouse with other wealthy scumbags and left me to clean up the remains of the morning's hot dog and chili eating contest as best I could. And that was fine with me because oh, how I hate that lumbering goat-man.

As the vague sense of dread and stink I feel whenever he approaches the sink and scouring pads I spend every evening chained to abated and I found myself able to breath fresh clean air again, a question sprang to mind. Well, more of a mental image really. If you gave a man a cheese enema and locked him in a room full of starving rats, would the resulting scene be amazing, or a let down like so many other scenarios I've dreamed up? I'd hate to go to all that trouble and not end up with a room splattered in blood, shit and vermin eaten entrails.

Well, if old tub o' guts with the big fat pen that signs the slim checks ever falls down from his greasy perch on high I shall surely be waiting with a thin tube and a bag full of nacho sauce and we'll see what a night locked in our dining establishment's restroom would do for his attitude. To hell with that spotted old bum and his hovel of a restaurant.

Drawing and Paintings From 2004-2005

Hullew

Hello I am Jon and I am here to tell you all about my fabulous donkeysaurus, the hottest new trend in pet technology. Also, I am a little shy so please forgive my lack of gramarical perfection but you know how I get when the moon is shaped like that. So in summation of all my positions, I favor eating children and robbing old ladies (but only if they're poor). Please give generously.

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I am Jon.