images, text, noise, and other by R. Mahound

Sunday, April 12, 2015

The Coke Shits

"Waiter" pencil, ink, watercolours
Chickenman. Pen, ink watercolour.
The coke shits. Cocaine anticipation excites the colon, and opiates grow haemorrhoids.
Result: Running to the bathroom to drop one pale little floater, and a lot of fresh red blood.

"Marionette" ink and pencil
"Porn duo: Oil Chang and Lubrication Cervix"

My internet was off for a few days. When it's reconnected I'm treated to a revelation: Apparently Opie and Anthony dislike each other and have done for many years. It's like discovering that Abbot and Costello didn't get along in real life. Greg was even heard to choke up a little in nostalgia for the days when he and Ant still had something like a friendship. After all the hog jokes and racial shit, a washing out of old emotional rubbers.


Monday, March 30, 2015

the hormone album


Local Tag, not mine.

Drawing, the hormone album.

drawing, girl with a syringe and cane.


Friday, March 27, 2015

elderly toddler


facepalm

After your finger is nearly bit off by an electrical pig mincer, a tiny face appears in your hand. It seems to be tattooed on, at first. Repeated washings fail to remove it. The ink is deposited deep in your flesh. Knives, razors, fail to remove it.
It becomes like a reassuring mirror. You flex your palm to change it's neutral expression from vaguely malicious to somewhat sympathetic. After silently consulting it over and over again, it begins to develop a sort of sub-vocal speech. Like an invisible subtitle. "yes... yes" or "I sure wouldn't."