Cosmic Martial Arts.

I punched time earlier today. Or was it tomorrow? I think things are out of linear order now. I sure hope I remeber to post this yesterday...

Bred in Captivity.

Sometimes when I hold a pencil, I feel like the impossible son of Frankenstein, Dawin and John Hammond.

The power is limitless and extremely intoxicating.




How else can one splice a fox with a rabbit and force it to grow antlers?