“until it just kind of stops”
2026, ink and charcoal
“until it just kind of stops”
2026, ink and charcoal
“Im not repeating myself again”
2026, charcoal and pastel on paper
Movies just won’t let me have anything nice I swear to god.
There’s two kinds of people the freaks and the freaks and one set of freaks was me watching Pillion thinking “CHASTITY IN FILM LETS GOOOOO” when Skarsgard has a key around his neck & the other is the middle aged gaggle of moms tittering over the key being to a day collar.
So in other words it doesn’t matter if it’s objectively good or not, it’s 100% for me.
Following up a rewatch of “Go” with one I haven’t seen somehow— Human Traffic”, which has been sold to me as “what if Gregg Araki watched Trainspotting and then got got lost in a Wetherspoons toilet for twenty years”
For the record, the women’s hockey team has won more times consecutively than the men’s in the history of the Winter Olympics. And they get to party with Flavor Flav while you bounce on a wretched diaper-clad cudgel that smells like a Diet Coke soda stream.
Like yall boot lick this shitlord and give into the misogyny like a dog waiting for a biscuit but it’s TOTALLY APPLE PIE for you to froth at the mouth because, basically, yer fascist Daddy told you he’s proud of you because he loves your cock? Yikes.
Thinking once again about how as a lifelong hockey fan nothing killed my love of the sport quite like seeing the us men’s hockey team get wet for Kash Patel dogging on the -also winning- women’s team in the men’s locker room.
“‘How Are You Doing Today’ is a gambling man’s conversation starter”
2026, charcoal and wax crayon on paper.
An exercise in being comfortably messy in more ways than one!
Is setting up a bigcartel site for selling zines, prints, and original art worth it? I can’t afford to table at any upcoming local shows so I’m desperately seeking ways to get these zines/arts more out into the world 🥲 Suggestions welcome, as my struggle bus is beginning to run out of gas.
*trump voice* “And gg— isn’t he great? He’s just fantastic. He can fit his entire forearm in his own ass.”
Imagine if instead of Nikki Minaj, GG Allin had lived long enough to go full maga and we could watch papaws and soccer moms pretend to get hyped up over having puke and turds thrown at them.
How your email finds me.
All great announcements and interesting discussions and then it becomes the “ass-to-ass” scene from requiem for a dream but it’s two PR guys trying to get someone to reply to their emails.
I’m gonna start the rumor that comicspro afterhours is just one big fuckfest.
Bro already only has one eye. One eye and two buttholes. Incorrect? We think so.
Fun fact, if a cat’s butt glands go wonky they just combust? I guess? Think nice thoughts for Dinky D, who is now on medical grade heroin and has one too many buttholes.
THANK YOU! Exactly! 🙌
God forbid a gal be an artfucker about the human body in all its forms! I refuse to explain my whimsy!
My takeaway from the sex in 2000 ad episode comment section is that a bunch of no-bitches dudes think I’m gay because I said boobs are great, as if that isn’t the opinion of…basically everyone in one way or another?
Hahahahahahhaha I didn’t think he’d let me get away with it
Postman delivered an envelope of core beliefs.
This week’s In Orbit Every Wednesday has me saying the word “titties” eight times, inadvertently advertising for poppers, and Molcher turning a fantastic shade of red.
Tune in Wednesday morning to find out why😌
Ahhh thank you! I’m so glad you dug it! Lots more to come ☺️
ExACTLY!
And also this, (which I will point in the direction of @molcher.bsky.social)
My new riso powers are being used for the dumbest shit and I have never felt better.
Missing out on a worldwide culture of camp villainy with good intro tunes because instead we insist on computers singing about pie-faced crypto-fascists? Fucking BOO.
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Why do we live in the timeline of dicksniffing tech bros making big brother alpha twat hustle culture tools instead of the mad scientist Dr Goldfoot And the Bikini Machine one.