Draw your Day

Super Bad Pee.




A nice mod by Host Holland. Can you spot the mod now? Noice.




Drawing Party is arranging a mass exodus from New Paltz to someplace less peopled and of stable clime, where your neighbor won't turn against you.




A sensational doodle: Carrot Hand Doe. Coffee wallpaper.




Mystical Anglerhorse, like a gallopin' Jesus, hooves upon the waves. Aren't non-conflict toon diamonds such a fun time?




Snake enflames man.




Zirschies in the Eighties.




Okay ok. Oll Korrect.
This one is tough, but I'm gonna talk you through it, ok.
There is a noose hung from a tree and an arrow pointed to the lynch knot that says "fuck this shit" as in fuck lynching and the tree's roots are actually the coiff of a blank faced woman whose voicebox is radiating light and whose right boob is saying "glisten to hostface" and from her ear scrolls a musical score in treble clef that repeats 10 whole note F's in a loop that would place this song in a time signature of take 5 and further down the woman's fingers are penetrating her thigh and her feet flow into a subterranean cross section where a naked child digs and a TV broadcasts a repetive message though it is unplugged and a dolphin headed woman boils soup in a cauldron.




Talk yourself through this one.




A pill-faced monkey freaks out in the jungle, between a foot fern and a porcupine palm. The whole scene also appears to be conscious, and thinks about a frotop bucktooth derf with a boird on top.




This is how the chisel tip was invented. You just take an original sharpie and place it on the flushing train tracks. Viola!




Z, Z, Span. Ikari 2




Truth.




A diamond-back fiery-maned horse with bee buddy.




A mint comic by Josh. It came mint in the package when he handed it to me like it was fuckin' lamenated. I was like, "Is this one of the glossies?" and he goes, "Naugh, it's Artist Paper."







Mario Mario.



Luigi Mario.




Same old fucked up shit everyday. The World has a Mouth. God, the Great Gurgitator, will eat your consciousness.




Zirscherino.




An innocent lookin' campsite scene right? Wrong. There is a black hole sun, and that bear is caught between dimensions.




Nikki lives on a starry asscheek.




Ludwig kinda draws like Nicole.




Middle-class Zombies. Wake the fuck up!




If you like to LOL, try lookin' at this one thoughtlessly. Don't think at all, just follow the lines with your mindpen. (Here's how you don't think: Tighten your abs when you expire, and push them out when you inspire.) Don't bother analyzing this drawing, though it plays with myth and desire, it is beyond your ken forever.




It's too real.



Like the book.




Overly cute things like the teddies above, require bizarre evil in the world to balance them out.




The eye doesn't see color. It has color. Objects like a log fire or a tent have no color.




Dinner Scene. It looks like a boombox.




A couple spiders were drawn...


However, I would hasten to admit that there was even so much as a "spider" motif at work.



Next time your imagination curdles and expires, try drawing a fellow drawer like above.




Gerbera Boozey.



Every fatality in Midwife Kombat is a babeality.



He copied me.




I heard Los Doggies was gonna plan this thing.




Get ready for the 4th generation fuels like Nuclear Wind Power. Now we can contaminate the world for billions of years with depleted uranium and permanetly alter the jetstream at the same time! As a bonus, it will also kill buttloads of poor. C'mon NWO, let's build FUAP factories in every township, right next to the thermal depolymerizer.




Hummingboird.



A Drawing of the Drawing Party.




A cattail-tipped sharpie. Great for pond drawings.



Flowers speak in petal patterns.




Was it?




Yes, it was.




The giraffe sees herself in everything.



Gargantuan peapods make great sleeping bags.



Strangle; slang fo strangulate.



Sweet muttonchops. This kinda looks like how Clive Barker draws.



Satan just shapeshifted into his awful moth form.



Mothman chases a bearded fugitive as flowers cheer him on.





The Great Balzac is a performance artist who likes to rub seeds and suet all over his nude form and have pigeons suck it off. In this schematic drawing of one of his acts, Balzac appears to be recieving a cumshot to the eye, while a large pyramid-headed penis is peeing a Super Bad Pee Gold Edition onto the artist's knees.





Can you buttheads fucking comment? That's all I ever wanted.