Monday, July 2, 2012


Once the mojo is lost we are no better then zombies. Last Friday my mojo came back to me, they were drawing themselves bless them. They keep talking to me. It's a funny thing.
It's very simple: inhale goats. Poop love. Voila.
(This is the real life Nerada by the way..)
anyway... more to come:
Relish the mojo, canoodle it with all your might. Then let it wonder the world.

Note: all drawings by me and only transmittable in public with prior written agreement. Thank you.

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