Drawing Party

Duple Double Ought Nine

2009-04-17T12:17:00.110-04:00

New Paltz Drawing Party is back! Actually no, it just went away again. But it'll be double back again soon.

For now, savor the year's first batch of drawings!

Guatemala. Life drawing.

Nightlife in Guatemala is in pencil.

These Guatemalan kids love to balance Bahamuts of aid bundles.

And the ubiquitous Wu-Tang symbol is on everything - the volcanoes, temples, and trees.

A zennish school of Mu-Fish. Got Buddha-Nature? Mupe.

The kite-hook lure, for angling in the air.

Poor bastards...Oh mu, not the totem! The two fucks in the lower right-hand corner.

It's a........

♫ FLASH TEST ♫ FLASH TEST ♫

♫ IT'S A FLIPPIN' FLASH TEST ♫

Long Island Creation Myth.

Fsclamation looks like this in ASCII.

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Tronno: held together with chain wallet chains.

Monkey Bros. in their play-room. Mount Athos Rules: No non-males or beardless animals allowed.

Punt a non-male, then embrace a fellow male with a cobra hug.

Open Brain with squash blossom accessory lobes; helps keep out the Darkness.

Essential schematic for the Reinvention of the Arrow, circa 2200 AD. Maybe we should be drawing on Dead Sea scrolls.

That pscilocybe-fruiting Amanita will blow your world Snail. Things are gonna get real slow. Slower than even you can dream gastropod.

Just great. I've found the Elephantine Urn, but it is Silent. Perhaps I should use my tailclaw on it.

Legendary beasts flying south to Southern Hell.

Who is predator and who is prey? Legendary beasts have better things to do than play links in the chain.

Jeepas creepas! This kinda looks like the boss from Jeepers Creepers (2001).

Okay, we'll take Clifford and turn him into a fox, and we'll make psychedelic furs erupt from his shyness and split the Howards' house into the 11 Dimensions.

Their will also be snuggling when the evil oceans let up.

Genital pockets. Key proboscis. Nice.

Tripping Fields VS. Baseball.

I think baseball's winning.

Cat Street lined with converse barrios. The feline ghettos were decimated by crack-chocolate, brought in by the CIA as part of CatIntelPro.

Ludwig's kinda like Andy Warhol I think.

Deer Parts. When disassembled, cervine signals still send & receive.

Quastle can also be spelled with a lightning bolt apostrophe.

The Queys to the Quastle.

I'm listening to my tree-pod. The sound is dead. Like silence without crickets.

This one's a Seussy time.

Stormo Family Shield (from Metroid). I await the Lutomski Crest, and then: Brother Royale.

Sexy merman legs, dance fo' me.

Sexy fly. Dance between the raindrops fo' me.

Mergirls are anthropomorphic from the waist down. But Limpet boy don't mind, she thinks from her mouth.

Hmm. Is that naked man in the TV in the word bubble playing Nintendo 64 or Sony Playstation?

Guitar Fret not, Bry-Bry, we're going to damn the man and drug the masses at Cab's on May 8. (Big show)

Korean Airs. An elegant new high-heel high-top from the North.

A kind of almost FLASH TEST.

Yeah. An uber-FLASH TEST is definitely what this feels like.

So much depends on the sharpie wheelbarrow glazed with M&M's beside the Fender amp stack.

KICK-PUNCH. When you can't decide. Press and hold kick & punch (in your mind) at the same time.

Whoops! Forget to lock up the Quastle. Good thing it's only 2-D.

Bichael came to my shop, asking if I had this ice cream, while presenting a note with the flavor inscribed. Relive it now, in this drawing. Just click on the thumb, to have a magnified Bichael in your face, complete with ice cream note.

Yo! brand draconian candelabra.

1-inch Recording studios.

Cloudy shits lighting into a wine glass. If only, while performing this feat, she could keep from lactating.

Anthropomorphism makes everything ok. The outlets are saying "I Love You" in electricity.

Be well, sweet friends. DP will be quomin' to a Quastle near you.

Do the Children still Draw on Christmas Day?

2008-12-26T13:05:00.014-05:00

Vincent, age 6 (or whatever), drew this spiked avian ancestor. What a line this kid has! And one fucked up imagination to boot. He's gonna be the life of the Drawing Party someday.

Nicholas, age 10 (I think), drew this afro'd peanut with sunglasses. A nice bug skull, too.

At least no one kicked me in the balls this x-mas.

Drawing Party is taking a little break this week, and will resume on January 7th 2009.

Our New Year's Drawing Resolution is 300 dpi.

For now, pray to your inner child Jesus to end suffering and liberate all sentient beings.

See ya next year!

200888: Draw or Die

2008-12-12T13:37:00.169-05:00

Twenty years ago, I drew this X-mas ornament. Every child is an artist, for they fear neither sucking nor death.

20 years later to the day, my brother draws this copy at December 10th's Drawing Party, with the same kid coloring and store-bought face.

Some environmentalists say that for every sheet of paper you use, you should plant a tree. Well, as for the Drawing Party, we think that for every sheet of paper used, it's enough just to draw a tree.

Trees look good in your home with jewelry on them.

Brick Pot Birch Trees.

Don't worry drawers! Trees don't have nervous systems, so it's okay to draw portraits of them on their own flesh.

Check out these stomata mommas. They've even got leaf boobs. And are those firebugs lining the bottom?

"I love firebugs." (Say it Southern or don't say it t'all.)

Here's a vertiginous one from local puppeteer and full-time pirate Carl Welden.

Before we go much further, may I present a simple fact: 2 to 4 billion people must die to ensure the survival of the human race. It's the fucked-up trooph. Please don't let it be by means of lazers!

Solipsism.

Y'know, not your bioself, but your selfy self.

Is it too early for a ♫♫♫ FLASH TEST ♫♫♫????

♫♫♫ This is a FLASH TEST ♫♫♫

♫♫♫ Everybody FLASH TEST ♫♫♫

♫♫♫ It's a flippin' FLASH TEST ♫♫♫

♫♫♫ It's a test for FLASH HEAD ♫♫♫

Even in the midst of a Flash Test,

Crack Hand scares me straight.

Is this still part of the FLASH TEST? No. That has thankfully ended.

Life sketches from the Wintergarden Theatre.

Catcut has blood on her paws from the cats she's cut.

As the old koan goes, "Sushi Kamikaze Fujiyama Nippon Ichi."

See the squid's thumbnail on the drawing 10 above.

A'ight. It's time for the Zirschies.

Archaeopterzirsch. Sick pun, I know.

Zip.

I call this Zee Chinese Olympics. Those were fun. Now, if they just make it to the death, we can dispense with all other wargames (Matthew).

My mouth power is: flower.

She's even more beautiful from boird's eye.

Didja know dogs can have two dads.

The pilot episode of "My Two Dog Dads".

O cloven one, you are the spirit of the forest.

Technofawn won't be suckling sweet cervine milk from her mom. She only lactates electric current. But look out, Technofawn has bigger problems...

The zoom-in clearly shows a holographic shard penetrating the asshole of Technofawn. (Also known as: oahhhhhhh farted on.)

The DP will always be here, for those who are not here.

A little holiday parodying by Ludwig in the classic Yankovician tradition.

This is what Welden looks like without his glasses on. Go here to see.

I propose two pronunciations to serve distinction. Drawing the verb, will forevermore be pronounced "draw-ring", as in Drawing Party. And Drawing the noun, will be spoken as "draw-wing", as in Drawing Party.

A big wave of whoa. I'll break it down fo ya. It goes: Line, Dot, Peace, Hammer, Cross-hatch, Ribbon, Carrots, River, Tire tracks, Intestine, Straights, Loop-de-loops, Guano, Dashes, Squiggles, Cell wall, Carnivals, Concentrics, Circles, Bow Ties, Dotted Unders, Loopies, Blocks, Cursives, Spikes, Fiddleheads, Drops, Bold Wave, Stringers, Cursives, Stringers, Dotted, Titted, Tires, Double Helices, Double Dotties, Back Slashers, Hearts, Cursives, Noteheaded, Corrugated, Frosties, Cursives, Tented, Olymps, Paradotties, Peggers, Backsies, Leaves, Bug Legs, Ridgey, Loopy, Moony, Boldy, Double Helix, Hellfire.

Dead farmer and a reindeer.

The 1st Stage of Lagomorph 3DO. No baddies. No bosses. Just bonus.

The Three Bug Lords. Didjya know that there is a real life Bug Lord that can throw fireballs? She is called the bombardier beetle.

Just like JT.

A crow vs. 2 jellies and a changfuck. Totally fair.

Bishop # 1 - wherein our big black time-hopping hero plays Cable in chess.

Timecop apparates in a new zone and immediately begins strangulating a bug kid.

Half-time time. The lost Joycean thunderwords. Say these drawings: "Qabeenya." I'm not kidding, actually say that. Actually, say "Telafalaladadi."

Still on half-time here. I don't know about you, but if I did know aboutchoo, or if, as it were, I was you, I would probably go right now to yahoo.com just to clear my head a bit, then I'd go finish up some last minute shopping at amazon.com, and finally I would upload some new up-butt shots to my facefuck.com account.

Whale windows. Alliterative ain't at?

Unicyclic family. Their suits are that of Gizmo Duck.

Her flaming fucking sword will certainly slay that uni, but what of the bat boss asshole?

Nice totem. She's got a cobralingus, feathered arrows, and a man-sit. She must be Quetzal cutie.

Superpredation at its finest. The lioness eats and rapes beneath the African Eclipse.

Button-eyed corky-nosed sharpie-spilling deer-legged...

Think I'll stay right here thank.

What punk ass wigga drew this?

Mmmmm amanita muscarias. So good in shaman pee or tea. (Note: Double kidding. They're bad.)

Yin is pretty. I think Yang is cute.

This is how karma works: portals. When you uppercut a baddy, you're only uppercutting yourself through another portal, and cumming through yet another portal.

Wish something else was open this late.

This blue pharaoh really takes me back. Ah yes, 'sgood to be home.

Kinda like this.

That's some garden ya got growing there peacenik.

Scribbles like dancing nudies.

There is a hefty fine for those who would do this to a mantis.

A kiwi on a chimney!

A striped kitty teaches you basic shapes as if for the first time.

Transatlantic kite voyage: big head mode.

This is a copy. Nice Indian cross in the corner though. It'd look cool for a band or something.

Fox fun in the rain. Let's plash and eat boirds...

Then we'll make love under the crescent as our kits nap. Sweet lunaception.

Flowers handles make repotting even easier.

Two fiddleads creating a photosynthetic force field.

Take a break, you. This guy is a weakling. He can't hurt you. Just take some time, a break if you will. Run the balls of your eyes along each line at the same time. Can you make sense of anything?

Slinkyvision.

Special Relativity yo. The Universe is a giant torus.

Codesaurus X. Bro up with your little dino-buddy now.

I read it every night before I eat in bed.

It's called the Codex Alimentarius, my favorite food book. Go ahead and Google that shit.

A Clockwork Orange, as told from the devotchka's point of view.

Death will squick you on your death bed.

A sad world view: Christians and Coppers. At least the turtle gets a scooter in this one.

I'm thinking about setting up my Oriental friend Yojambi YoChowee with one Peel Featherfuck.

Text me a tumor.

Ya got me, I was inspired by the first boss of Bonk.

Dental angels are not like faeries at all. They have no money, and have Moses horns.

Balloonery. Irony.

Is this godfucking post almost through yet!?!?!?!?!? Yes. Of course it is. Just a few drawings left.

Meet me at Cruxshadows for some sweet neuromance.

An angelien. She resembles...

And as the Rockefellars are so lickety-quick to remind us: 2 to 4 billion must die to ensure the survival of the human race on this planet.
Merry Christmas!

November 12th Drawathon

2008-11-20T10:59:00.085-05:00

♫ FLASH TEST ♫ FLASH TEST ♫ FLASH TEST ♫

Wanna make a mouth in Nature? What would Andy Goldsworthy do? First: Get two elephants, one laying on her back, and another suspended right-side up from a tree, and line them up, so that their feet are opposing. Second: Coax a serpent through the center. And: voila! You've done with beasts what Andy could only do with leaves.

Noah's Teacup gets dynamited.

An itemized drawing of all things awesome. Tape - Da Bouncer's mix tape. Up Up - For double-jumps. Chuckers - As in nunchuckers. Jumpkick - Why would you ever really jump-punch? Tuesdays - As in twofers. Cut - An upper.
Kid - Short for Icarus. Shoop - As in Shoop bay doop. Boobt - Two in one. Right Boobt - For Swayze kicks.
O - For fro. Dragon V.J. - The first boss. She precedes even the first stage. Moto - As in Mister Miyamoto, the gaming god. Lunchwig - Great pun. Great sandwich.

All drawings are political, save this one. It's just a charred American skeleton driving her Hydrocobra car over dumb diamonds.

Save this too.

Cool tentacular tag featured in several other drawings below me. Look for it!

This Mystikal Being carries the skull of a triclops in her womb. In vogue with interdimensional fashion, she dons a vertical halo, affixes crystals to her cheeks, and rides upon a black nimbus.

Hey look, my mandala's sprouting. She'll be blooming fractallic flowers in no time.

I always think of Spoonman (♫).

A portrait of a few drawers. The middle one is me; tee hee.

It's a Z made outta TV's. Most vertiginous.

Feel the deathos of this deathetic bastard.

Sunship City with scrapdoodle spires and human souls encased in the rays.

That's quacky. I gotta tetraboob. My stars are boobing too. Even the leaf-rayed suns are undergoing genitalification.

We've all heard the urban legend about the girl who masturbates with a starfish and then discovers a baby starfish in her menses or stool; this is her drawing.

Dooboo doo dabba: It's a Star Fucks vagina with stellar S's and O's.

Squares are cool.

So are circles.

Hey, it's the cobra from before, now just outta reach of this gross bipedal cat.

This snowmo has a kuato comin' out of his nose.

Systems verse.

This acronym is pronounced "sink", and it stands for "Super awesome JapaNese videogame Korporation."

Deathmaster Flash Test emerges from the same shit as psilocybes. Look, she's got little paws.

"Ralt" by Matt Ralt.

Who is the real slave wench? The slave wench who gets shackled, beaten, and treated like a slave? Or the dashing mad scientist addicted to potions that he carries in his pathetic robotic gripper, resigning himself at every moment to taking care of slave wenches?

Willow tree with cattails and crescent moon.

These guys are hopeless. They don't even fit together.

A mystikal vase. Mystiks pronounce it "vahz".

Mental Dental Dilemas played out on Milton Bradley boardgames. This drawing got shot in the head.

Mating dance of Berberus the three-headed many-eyed boird.

Decapitation Drawings - formerly known as 'busts'.
A T-Rex with eyebrows has a lotta 'tude.

YO! YO! YO, YO, YO! You are at the halfway point for this batch of drawings. Why not take a few moments with your eyelids held shut over the balls of your eyes?

Leaves drawn on paper is just like wearing them on trees.

Comin' Comin' Comix!

Another itemized drawing. Bitfall - As in "Pitfall", as in gold bricks money. Coin - as in "C-coin", the monetary value equivalent to 100 points. Duck Coin - worth a million coins. Magic Hat - What does it do? Take it out of your inventory and try it on. It takes you where. Magic Wand - It takes you when. Tigro - He's not a boss, or even a baddy, for Tigro is your friend. Henro - As in "Henry Harris Hampton", as in your best friend from grade school. Fireball - Use them always, lose them never. Life - Pizza is life, or was. 1-Up - An extra life as it were, you can get 99. Fro - It might be a powerup, and it might just save your lives. Babincible - A lot like invincibility, but indescribably better. Madness - These buttons will help us evolve. Our quest has no time or score, just a game full of mirror matches.

A cat with the soul of a coyote, the mind of an asshole, and the face of a cat.

Clowny, as well as quacky.

Yo girl.

Kinda like my Halloween costume.

A melty Kid Icarus gets too much Olympian helium and must alight on a question mark block. Don't hit the block Kid, it's got snakes!

Hand-flower. Makes flowers.

Hand-drum. Makes lightning music.

A bipedal bronto at Giza; her color is as seen by the trippy boirds.

I'm Hindoo ok.

I lums the drums.

Good dreams. Good life. The Now beeps.

All Chinese citizens can fuse their bodies and form a giant continental Dragon. It's one of their Commi powerups. We can do it too. US can turn into a giant golden Eagle. And Russia fuses into a Momma Bear.

Bi-chicken lifeway crossroads. I've always been there.

Dumb Daemon. Nobody likes your moth-mouthed incantations.

Not so much cubist, as cubey. Which is far better.

A coin collection is a great place for snails to fall in love.

A deer limb rips through the reality of land and sea. (Sorry drawer: But if you meant it should go the other way, then you're crazy.)

Say it aloud.

Yes it is.

Squawking at the cocoons makes 'em spin.

"Here I come on my personal velocipede. Hey sunny! Look out pokey!"

I think I'm happy.

Because balloons.

Another dangerous dimension. It don't support sentient life, so don't bother warping there.

What a shoe! The Air Waters are great for mad aquatic ups. You'll be gettin' the bends baby. And like Jesus Boot, you can wear them on water.

It's another ♫ FLASH TEST ♫

Octo Octo

2008-10-21T15:29:00.065-04:00

Hey everyone! Meet Swordy, the anthropomorphic broadsword.

Swordy will be co-hosting this batch of drawings.
So let's start the critique!

Music people are not happy. Sure, Amp head is chillin', but look: Guitar girl is turning tricks, K cymbal boy drinks until he crashes, and Mr.Speaker Cabinet has no purpose and just derfs around all day.

Glubby aye?

Hey you; you. Go kiss a fish.
Swordy Says: This up-butt shot would make a great default for this deer's myspace, if only cloven hands could type upon QWERTY keys..

Up close, everything looks like a fucked-up flowering mandala made of metal. Ya like mate mandalas Swordy?
Swordy Says: Like all swords, I drink only blood.

Moon-ringed mandalorama with pentagrams and stars of David.

Still-life schmill-life. Flowers are always cool.

The Icarian butterfly who flew too close to the sun. Instead of melting her gossamer wings, they became pizza-tipped and brilliant.
Swordy Says: Look out for the mammoth watermelon!

Fun bacterial shapes of the pro-bo persuasion.

Dammit Danny Ring. T-bell sucks. I almost didn't post this one, but it is a cozy little drawing, and for Jupiter's sake, it's got stemmed noteheads comin' out.
Swordy Says: I will stab corporate America through the heart.

Attention Danny Ring: It's "flaming wreck".

To sing in notes, not words.
Swordy Says: Nice tail.

Bipedal bi-curious sex kitten lookin' for 20 somethings. Thumbs okay. Your pic gets mine.
Swordy: My pic's up top.

The Shardosphere. Just one of a bazillion failed dimensions.

Happy snow picnic right? Wrong. There is an Easterly Fiddlehead blowin' in, and our idyllic snowy hill lacks the proper perspective for holding any kind of picnic.

Butt-fucking at the 9/11 Hindenburg Concerto.
Swordy: Ah yes, I remember where I was when JFK got shot; butt-fucking a katana blade.

Comics.

A heroic drawing party endeavor. Make your next drawing a bunch of sequential drawings (i.e. a comic book).

New potions. Ask Swordy about 'em.
Swordy: Do not.

Rocket boy, you're getting overthruster tracks on the rocket carpet!

It's called self-consciousness.
Swordy: And it's a fuckin' illusion.

It's true.
Swordy: Yo, I'll be there. The one day a year where it's okay to be me.

Sure, I've got an ugly red mullet and my fist is swollen, but my oral fireball capability more than makes up for these flaws.

Branch hands make great perches.
Swordy: So do I.

Peace Corps.

Sega Genesis with equine controller plug-in, for horse games and fighting games.

You've just reached the halfway mark for this batch of drawings! Go take a shit if ya gotta, or just continue right on with the second half.
Swordy: I'm gonna shit my hilt.

Boombastic.

That's a me.

Swordy: I think I'm in love.

Happy things of the world, coalesce.

Hotty-o.

It's the Fl---, well fuck my tongue, it's the greyhound bus!

I am so there.
Swordy: [Snikt!]

Hey catfuck. Everyone wave to the catfuck.

Equine portals. Enter them.

Swordy: I've got so much blood on my back I've forgotten how to cry, but now this little kitten comes a long in a drawing and...

Ok. So this guy is an Arab. He wears a fez, and plays with camel toys.

Blue bark in full effect.

Fros unfolding forever. This is my teaching.

Coffee Enema Ops.

Creationist coffee: every sip is a butterfly that will never be.

Where he sleeps, and curses out the menagerie.

She copied me.

A breakthrough: One drawer learns how to draw like how he did when he was a child. Can you?

A nautilus mommy takes a nest of boirds under her tentacle.

Are you tired of peeing in a basin in your room because there's a coffee enema man in the bathroom? Get the new Drawing Party toilet. First: Pee into a drawing. Then: Stop. No need to flush. Just hang that shit on the wall.

There's a lot of sexy cats in this series, but this little fucky takes the nip.

Hey Swordy.
Swordy: 'Sup.

Checklists are good.

Drawing Party: the Class.

Nukey on the horizon. Hey bicycle. Lookin' good. Whatcha got for me Swordy?
Swordy: Nothin'. I'm gonna rent Blade II tonight.

Never open, always busy, for 120 years!

A brotrait of the brodies.

Homophone fun.
Swordy: I call 'em "sound-a-likes".

Thank god for the "and" and not an "or".

Ooohhhwhahahhooahwhaho cat.

Bless my heart. More noteheads. This is the noteyiest batch of drawings yet.

Batman & Robin.
Swordy: For Hedger.

That's all! Say b'bye Swordy.
Swordy: Fuck ya later.

Please. Please. Please.
I ask but one thing.
COMMENTATES!

Octo Uno

2008-10-02T23:14:00.064-04:00

This Continental Ranger notices trees burning on the horizon of America...

And the source of the arboreal contagion: of course, a dark fuckin' wizard.

A truffula tree: Unburning. No Continental Ranger required. This is a female truffula, as identified by her long slutty stems.

Jesse actually drew this pumpkin while holding a miniature pumpkin in his drawing hand. Give it up for my brotha now won't you please.

Oriental rabbit doodles and a super uppity uppercut.

Starsluts have giant fucked up star-hands.

Check out this starslut in her towel made of hair, worn as penance for sleeping around the stars.

Y'know, Drawing Powi.

Ursula the Bear girl has a lot of powi and climbs liquid trees.

It is revealed that Ursula wears her ursine suit for health reasons. She has three legs, two of them vestigial. Here she is playing 4th dimensional basketball on Tea Candle Court.

Yes it is.

Down Up. An elevator. Also: Raiden's teleport.

A horse disguised as the Joker steals the spots and rings right off a sleeping kitty.

Deers won't ever pass the mirror test; not with that attitude.

Sure, giraffes can get tall fruits in the trees, but look at how fuckin' far they have to bend over just to eat some stinkin' grass.

Sir Elton John.

ABC junction.

"My furless mastoids and supercilliary symmetry makes me more man than usual," said the Drawing.

Beetlejuice baddy in a teacup, with questions in Czechlish.

Ludwig has so much sex in every position.

A double-chocolate vegan cookie man looks at a Choose Your Own Boird.

You've just arrived at the halfway mark for this week's drawings. So relax your pinkies, take a dead fish bong hit, and play through the first stage of Skully 64. Just make sure you jump over the spikes, evade the wall cannons and shuriken, get the heart by head-butting the gate, move to the left to dodge the tentacle and jump through the spike room to get the 1-up, then go back and down, but watch out for the triple fireballs, for they belong to the boss's secretary; the mini-boss.

Saw X Promo Drawing. (♪♪♪ It hasn't come out yet ♫♫♫)

The Setting.

It's gonna have a wheel of death in it, like in Thunderdome.

It's a parable of pain: By decapping his own head with a saw, he gets the skeleton key that unlocks his own throat, yet by this point, he's already dead adead in deady land.

Spoiler.

Happy Birthday dear Saw.
Look out net user, there's a bomb!!!!

Saw fatality. I hear Saw X will have babealities as well.
All Sawed out? Good.

A spooky interior. Completely and totally Saw-unrelated.

Here's a line graph graphing the cast of Predator.

And here's a line graph graphing Schwarzenegger's filmography. C'mon Brett, the Last Action Hero vertex is far too shitty. For Jupiter's sake, it's graphed as shittier than Eraser. C'mon!

And finally, here's a Street Fighter 2 graph. Are ya a little graphed out at this point? Good. Because that's all the graphs. Drawings continue below...

You're looking at the mintest controller ever. It's for the mighty Sega Genesis. Not only is the D-pad super soft, but it contains a million little ultra-sensitive nano-D-pads contained within the cross for maximum control.

Ice Cream sody, put the New Pwo O on top.

A fish derf slithers all the way up a skyscraper just to yell at a brick and mortar ring.

Santa-hatted fish derf sits swaddled atop a 'Corky' face.

Some frog fucks with stemmed noteheads.

A floaty bodice in the Poriple Sea.

A Zirschellogram.

Take that Zirsch. You've been hanged on.

Whooy! (pronounced woo-ee) Let me take you through this one. Ok, what do we got here? Up top, there's a bowling pin, lollipop, dice, television, matchbook, and a tomato, and on the second row, I'm gonna say a tiny zither, salt shaker, ice cube, bicuspid, lime, shirt & tie, rose, ginger candy, peanut, firecracker, chrysanthemum, and a needle, and below that there's a loving squid, a banana, tape, button, pumpkin, sea horse, lute, nail, fork, white-eyed susan, mug, and sock, and then a ruler, pear, glasses, wine glass, apple, bone, pencil, and a microwave, strawberry, diamond, cupcake, tea bag, feather, cat, star, water can, maple leaf, cookie, recorder, paper clip, tack, ladle, shot glass, candy cane, the letter "g", mountains, and piece of lined paper, as well as a spool, ear plug, amanita mushroom, and finally a blender, to blend all of that shit up into a drawing.

Come Comments in my mouth.

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Dr. Draw

2008-09-26T11:04:00.061-04:00

Da Bouncer is the man; this man. He just surrendooped our DP the other night, and now he is going to hire us to teach kids without hands how to draw. How did he get the coveted uniform resource locater myspace.com/dabouncer? He was the first man on da web. That's how we can trust him. Now we can all quit our soul-suckling jobs and do something that matters, like teach handless children yo.

It's good to age these suckers.

Perspective and foreshortening - but 2 of the techniques we teach you at Wednesday's Night Class; what we've been calling "The Drawing Party".

It began as a battle axe. It was to be a weaponry drawing, until the DTMTBD references started taking over. A drawing that tells you "fuck you" is worth a thousand fuck you's.

Root Suit: comes with 9/11 action figures.

This vortical hand holds dominion over five realms containing two ponies, a rainy beach day, a green boird thing, a spider and a bee, and some doodles.

This blue-lipped bear bastard in green booties gives the middle paw while spewing out a human-shaped word bubble speaking in skulltongue.

A little bit of cat.

See this is what's great about drawing! I'll never get to hang ten from a roped ladder suspended from a God's nose as she blows sweet cloudbreath at the giraffine angels, but with this drawing I don't even need to.

Fingas

Tenners. Like two hands in one.

Bubble-butt expressionism.

Wallstreet 64, now for the PROMIS system.

A very metally diamondy Zorschtex.

Silver leopard naps under a Truffula Tree.

Hosted by: T.

You're about 1/2 way through the drawings, so rest your eyeballs for a sec! Take your fingers and push them through your eyelids and into your eyeballs. This is called 'makin' phosphenes'! The little balls of light will erase your mind of all the JPEG's you've seen today, so you can get a fresh look at shit!

Little animal friends can save you from the golden vortex.

Looks like a moblin.

Dan Cortez is profile.

Gove, a portmanteau word of "love" and "gone".

A floral derf pattern.

He's dead in deady land.

Jesse gets back in touch with his childlike self, drawing cockroaches on plates.

We also bring cloven models to the Life Drawing Parties.

Cool contour whosoever y'are.

Street Funnies II

No he don't; (suck).

Brett. You're a racist. But it's okay because you're Native American.

Comments are commendable.

D.P. Nine Three

2008-09-05T12:17:00.059-04:00

It sure was a themey night, what with all the corn and kitten sagas, the latent beardy undertones, and the fantasy b-ball doodlejams. The 2-Up move from Muddy Cup Inc. to 60 Main Loc. was accomplished with little bloodshed. A coup of New Paltz government could be similarly executed. We'd just have to disappear a few hundred Dungenites. Whaddya say Drawing Partiers? Let's stage Coup Paltz.

CORN

What the-? Corning Party?

Look at all them corns. Bifurcated, trifurcated, squared, and orbal. "Corns of Des Moines" was inspired by the drawing "The Tails of Puerto Rico".

All Ninjas were once Farmers. It was They who conceived the Corn shuriken, and the Corn sabre. But hold the phone, what are you doing in this drawing Sonic the Happy Hedgehog?

We've all heard the pun, but how many of us ever gave it some real thought, let alone visualized it.

Tigerslut is taking a cob with her across the tightrope. Tigerslut makes for a great segue into our next series:

CATS!

A bipedal sex kitten.

A little less sexy.

Not only can this cat breathe fireballs, but she can also throw fireballs from her paws.

Cat man don't!

Hey Taryn, can you make a 3-D Anime adventure of this drawing and we'll use it for the Drawing Party bumper.

B-BALL

And a Basketball Series!!!
Brett Thompson's "The Sacramental Hoop". (I'll see ya on the Crystal Courts B.T. for some Shoes v. Feet.

The Celery Heads and their archrivals the Red Fros. As always, Chinese Street rules apply: That means swords, grenades, flails, and nunchucks.

Oh My! Jams it in!

BEARDS

A benevolent bearded man and his little round friends.

Bearded Gods engage each other in Thunderwars.

This bearded fellow studies math in Dimension X.

FUNIMALS!

Hmmm. I never thought about it from the Duck's perspective.

CEPHALOPODS

New Flavor! Cephalopod Garcia.

Let's get squid-faced and make-out!

DJ Cephalo. (Pronounced like Cee lo and Sisqo at the same time)

Eelies, jellies, and a wicked-awesome weaponry wall.

Check out this schoolyard witch. A reporter drew this. She's writing a feel-good news story about the DP.

She also drew this hypertrychosis-afflicted Queen.

Whoo! Take a breath dear voyeur. You're more than halfway through this batch of drawings!

Some kinda Mexican can meng.

Take root in my brain sweet dendrites of the night, for I am a treegan.

◄ STOP THINKING ►

Skate sandals for brass knuckleheads.

Amanda Mandala Mandelbrot.

Phoneix Promo.

Danny, what's your obsession with T-Bell?

Some Gonzo copies.

Wheeeeeeeeeeyah.

Drawer's and their Drawings. Clockwise from Left top: Chris, Maria, the Zirsch, and yoyoyoyoyoyo.

What! A Drawing of the previous drawing? Like how many layers does reality have?

Poor boird. Gettin' eaten by a piranha plant.

Fiddlehead sundae. This scan is it. I already ate the original.

It's like some early Incan Knot Writing. No no, like a tag team cephalopod bubble tally score. No, this drawing was drawn by another drawing.

Thanks Danny Ring, thanks for the premium promos!

An angel and a daemon for some, this Fro-fuck Derf-eyed Phone-mouth has three homies for a conscience.

Donnie Double Bo Staffs will protect your boirds, no matter how far apart they are in perspective.

Hey Zirsch, this drawing above, is a run for your money.

Thhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaat's me!

B'bye!

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Drawfu

2008-08-29T13:30:00.035-04:00

There is a special announcement.
Some special announcements have to be drawn to be shown.

So didya get that? We're moving 2-up main street to 60 Main, where Mario and all the rest of the gang are at.

Fractacular! The sun is up at night, and sends forth its gold-tiled beams. The stars are exploding like fiery uppercuts.

Heated Hitler with stego hair and duplets on his face and a cheek scarred with 11/8 time signature: Just yo typical Los head.

Danny Ring drew this and the previous. You'll see some of his work peppered throughout the canon. He likes to draw duplets of eighth notes, big noses, footballs and other funtivities.

What a gag! Swallowin' a grand pianah whole! It's just too bad Danny doesn't like 11/8, or he'd be the perfect human being.

This little drawing is rather curious. It's seems to be set in Snug's, and a Dannyesque humanoid is ordering a round of Blue's for everyone. If that little stick-figure Hitler with the butt-chin and bowler hat and chicken legs for arms doesn't make you LMAO, then you friend have lost the ability to LOL and should go FAQ yourself.

An acephalic giraffe got farted on and mod'ed with Modernism.

Cat eye ninja clock. The new watches are comin' out. Why be a yellow ninja and have to check your cat's pupils every 2 hours? Just kill a pinky and receive the new Piscine water-proof Moment-meter that ticks so fast it's like one long tick. Now you can look like Flavor Flav while sword-fighting your temporal chains.

This drawing smells. It stunk up my scanner.

Uniwheeled mancycles get turned down all the time.

Have you ever stood on a platform and beheld your prehistoric self down by the bay?

It'd make a quacky pinball coin-op.

Coffee Enema Man's special towelette.

Infinity sinusoid, dynamite sticks, new watches, brain axis, and an upside-down bowl of symbol cereal.

Dynamite kicks. I am dunking myself.

Let's monkey wrench the Supercomputer in Poughkeepsie. They'll never suspect a New Paltzian.

For the rest of the week, DP'ers are encouraged to draw upon themselves.

Monster chicken. Hovering bicep. And random sword.

Yoyoyoyoyoyo.

Perhaps the most offensive drawing in the canon. An Israeli witch equipped with MJ kicks leaps off an assform.

The hardest instrument.

Hmmmmmmmm....

Thinking off a kickstorm.

Sexy Seussy.

Mini-comic, squid whore, triclops, fingershot, fish-shoe, and an NPDP punnet square.

I believe this is a rendering of the coffee grinder.

Bronto colorforms.

Is that a gat in the queen's hand?

Close-up of a dragonfly's asshole.

Yes we do.

It's time.

To go.

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Draw your Day

2008-08-21T11:41:00.030-04:00

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.

Eddie Murphy Draw

2008-08-09T16:17:00.048-04:00

I see squid in sneakers.

I see three jellies swimming in school.

I also see an anglerfish.

The blessed bounty of photosynthesis; floating like photons through the injured air: Lemons, apples, zucchinis, and love. Seeds for the fuckin' boirds.

A lot of people drew sunflowers...

But I wouldn't really say there was a "sunflower theme".

Ah Ah Ah Apple.

I like this comic strip. It's called Blood and it ends like a "What If?" comic, with a question mark. But we all know the answer to this question. My people believe in a nuclear Fimbulwinter that hails the end of the world. Brothas will kill brothas. It'll suck. Fuck the future.

Here: Now relax with a comic book telling of the neopagan lagomorph.

A barber pole snake kissing a kangaroo.

Hands drawing hands.

The Four Liquids pumping forth from the World Tube.

Spelling Hint: Tramadol is with an "A".

Pills also suck.

"Pschschschittt," said the Uppercut.

Manute is so tall, he needs two pieces of paper.

Later, why not go see my friends funny Manute artwork?

Take back the word drawers! Take back every word.

Ursula cooks up an eco-system.

Makes me sad...

Makes me silly...

Ocean-filled camel outlined in Gold.
Gold is the best color. It's worth more than all other colors combined. That's Rule Zero of Chromatic Capitalism.

This belongs in a museum. No wait, it belongs in an Orthodontist's office.

Squatting Dragon on Earth Puzzle with braided balloons.

The new cenobites just came out.

I'm not going to throw this fireball, subvocalized Skulliver. I'm just looking at it.

Classic. So goddamn classic.

Swine-nosed double-eyed daemon.

Burn in hell Blockheads!

Thank you Mister Grippo.

If you saw this in a real gallery, it'd probably be called "The Oath" or something.

Yeah yeah yeah!!! Stick figure Naked Twister.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzirsch.

Oceanic Apocalpyso.

Pigiraffe.

Beastiality in da church.

Afro Adventures.

A Samurai Section. S-Section.

Born in an amp room.

Shrekclops.

Drawn by our Chinese exchange drawer.

Brett Portrait. It's not nearly Navajo enough.

Wizard...

Warrior.

THE ELEMENTS

Mint Comics.

Ken Hunt Returns!

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White Spaces, Reptilians, and Blow Jobs

2008-07-31T13:03:00.056-04:00

The cover of this week's Drawing Party Adventure:
It's kinda got an Om-y thing going on. And what poirfect poriple parallel lines!

The tails of Puerto Rico.

Some more artifacts from what will always be, at least in our hearts, the 51st State. Those are fro'd chickens hawking a swaddled baby.

Swaddled Ancient Tainos trip out on peyote before carving petroglyphs:

It's true.

Read this one from top to bottom aloud and loud.
Build in intensity with each new "Total"; there are seven of them, so time this crescendo just right. Then when you get to the "Recall", raise the pitch of your voice, and sustain the second syllable like a football shaped mushroom cloud hanging over Texas.

White Space ain't no waste.
Know what is a waste? Printing books.
Paper is for drawing.

Don't you eco-femmes worry your pretty little consciences 'bout nothin! Every 1,000 years, or 100 billion drawings, whichever comes first, the Drawing Party recycles all of its drawings, and launches its dead sharpies into ou-ter-space...

Ah yes! It's that 8-bit bedroom where I can finally fuck Sodapopinsky, and the Two Abobos.

The Eiffel Tower. Cui bono?

Zirschwing Zuck. Kinda?

Coffee Thought Ball. Soymilk on the spoon. And god-damn dominos.

Q-beau Jackson walks away from the Necker Cube Prison that consumed his cousin Bert.

Yeah yeah yeah. This ones all gestural hype. Shoot that fuckin' Rocket Home. I don't care if Sword Arm Pear Man is sleeping inside.

A Swaddled Flushing Train.

And now for the BJ's!!!

:: Commenting: It's a moral imperative mothmanfuckers!

Generation Draw

2008-07-26T13:20:00.042-04:00

Okay fucky butts, I give you the Remainder of the Fucking Drawings! Grab a sody and some bagel chips, and savor the sweet lines of these eight and a half by elevensies.

Here's a few caduceus doodles.

And here's the wonderful drawing they begat:
It's the symbol of the World Snake. At the moment of your death, She eats your consciousness for breakfast.

At a totally different party, another kind of caduceus was drawn, that of the new money symbol, the World Snake curled around a corn on the cob.

More stellar porno from Schmelaura.

Yes, I love that song. And just like "You oughta know", it's really about Dave Coulier.

Marvelous: A frog thinks of a dog on a fiddleheaded sidewalk.

Super Mario 3 blocks.

Drunken stellar sleep.

Portrait. L-wig M-tesa.

Topless beach under Israel's Sun. (Silverchair rules ♫)

Plant a seed in your eye.

This is what is known as a "Topographical Portrait", or simply, a "Drawing Sculpture."

And here's how it's accomplished.

Necking a clocktower, the giraffe generates fireworks from her tail.

The sea kisses the air.

Damn dead hookers coming loose.

I LOL'ed for this one. Will you LOL for me now?

Regressional Drawing.

Dragons keep hordes of physical gold. That's a smart investment move from any sober analyst's perspective. I'm talkin' bullion. And fuckin' kruegers.

Workin' out.

A good night for papier-mâché chickens to eat half-dead whores.

What a lovely teradactyl egg.

A Picasso fuck.

A portrait of Pat Metheney.

The Post-Peak Oil Hierarchy. If you attend the Drawing Parties, you're probably in the Losers Caste, right below the middle-class gurdians, and the elite hands.

This is fucktastic, Schmelou-lou!

Sometimes you gotta "Say the Drawing".
Squids forever. Butterfly morphin teeth.
Ghosts; great ghosts.

Guns are so hard to draw.

Fiddleheady sun and clouds. Candy-colored peaks. Balloons at the gates of the Taj.

There's demons in here.

Christina's World has a tree swing (arboreal oscillator).

Miss ya bro.

Creation Stick.

Ludwig likes to draw "Sex Strings" between stick figures.

Molecular Modernism.

The back of God as she approaches the World Tree.

Crossing the Zirschicon. Nope?

Why? Why? Why, Salvia Divinorum? Why did you open up a Mouth-Wave in my Flash-Head? And why can't I close It?

There's a video for this one. It hasn't come out yet, but it's Coming Soon.

Fireballs are my fav.

I leave you off with the sensational note Ludwig wrote at Chicken Paltz.
It's one of his best.

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Draw Draw Draw against the Dying of the Light!

2008-07-24T15:27:00.029-04:00

Hey ya Little Gnarly Da vincis! Congrats on killing another Odin's day! Presenting the present week's Drawings to you, dear friends:

Whores.

Lampwig.

Ludtop.

It helps to say this one aloud, commas and all.

I've seen Matt Ross bathing on the edge of the tub, and this is as close as a drawing can come to real life.

Based on a true story of feline exodus:

Oh, Boirds.

Oh no, Ken Hunt you let the wendigo get ya!

Rainbow Eye Goodbye!

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Drawing Blog in Danger of Heavy Internet Regulation and Subscription Fees by 2012

2008-07-21T12:05:00.027-04:00

Hey Doodlebugs.

Here's last weeks drawings! The NPDP is working on innovative new drawings techniques - two-handed drawings, subdominant-handed drawings, and topographical self-portraits drawn right over people's faces! Do you really wish to draw like a child again? Well silly, try not using your dominant hand to draw! You'll instantly regress to the sweet freewheeling artistry of your youth.

And yeah, I realize not all the drawings are here. I'm on it, assholes.

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NP DP 7/9/08 - black and whites

2008-07-17T10:23:00.006-04:00

Here are some black and white choices from 7/9/08 in no particular order. We'll be back on track with the blog soon. The last couple of weeks have been stellar. Keep on keepin' on. See you next week!

The following drawing was accomplished using a technique known as "Ouija Drawing" or "Tandem Drawing". It's the quickest way to learn how to draw awesome. First, find someone who can already draw awesome. Then, with the marker in your hand, have them guide the line, all the while, your muscles will be learning through direct transmission the subtleties of awesome drawing. After many ouija sessions, try drawing solo. You will instantly improve. Just look at this one by Tsela and Banjo.

Here's Tsela drawing tsolo, without Banjo guiding her line. Mint, right?

Rapunzel and Frog Prince. I love fairytale crossovers.

Carltons

♀

2008-06-20T16:53:00.042-04:00

I have no witticisms this week. Maybe it's 'cause these drawings all suck, and this was the worst Drawing Party ever.

You're probably thinking that it's really 'cause I suck, and you may be right. But fuck you, 'cause I'm gonna make witty comments anyway, and they will make you laugh like how you used to laugh, and then you will see that yes, these drawings actually do suck!
Better luck next time drawers!

Double Kidding: You're all beautiful & I love you to death.

And now: On with the Drawings!!!!!!!!!!!!

An attic child drew this one. Ever see "Flowers in the Attic"? Like that, except with snow cones.
Left Corner Note: That's not my scanner. This drawer farted.

Mazey shards a-spiraling from a leopard limbo.
Hey Zirsch, how about this one: It's an Amandelbrot Set!
Get it? Mwa hoo hoo!

What is she holding of his? Is it his belt buckle? Or a second tie from the side? Is that a double-barrel shotgun? Who even drew this? I'm not so sure 'bout these things.

Way to go Host Holland, way to show your sensitive side after so many countless drawings of demons & prostitutes. The pixely BG has a nice smoochy effect. A broken HEAART is an open one. And a broken HAARP is a nice sunny day.

And a Cool Concept to ya too Host.

A big fat apology to the following Drawer for forgetting her name. Let's just call her "Frank". This is a neat car, with sky-tinted windows, Frank. The hood is almost personified, just like in "Cars". It can even drive through menstrual
rainbows.

Thank you Frank for educating us on the virtues of lunaception. You're a wifewolf among womyn.

This drawing warms even my cold dark heart: from the strung stars to the compass, from the flora to the human hand, from the cross-hatch to the secret message.

Very funny Ludwig. You eat my soul.

Oh, and here's the one from the beginning, now fully realized. Every Drawing was once a Doodle.
Nicole/Nikki: It's very nice of you to dedicate such a pretty scene to me. The colors make me wanna puke sunlight and crap rainbows.

Nice gestalts Jill!
Check out this cozy lil' composition. A church burning in the ocean with fish escaping outta chimney.

And this technicolor tornado.

And a slumber party at Phoneix's house.

EDO.

The Recycling Tree made from recycled paper.

Jesse is an inventor. He invented the REM alarm clock and a mystik cooking jelly that prevents food from sticking to pots & pans. Now he gives us the Kangaroo high-top with pouch pumps. How do they differ from your garden variety pump? How about mad marsupial ups for one thing?
Even joeys can dunk!
This braided b-ball hoop with spatula "curtosy" and rat-wheeled mobility is the perfect home court for trying out your new Kangaroo kicks.

Jesse is also abstract. He's also my brotha.
Look at the high-heelies he invented. The popular kids' shoes, now for classy ladies. And who knew footballs looked so good with Mexican moustaches.

Here's a Ludwig inspired piece (They sat together). Some tunnels and the flushing train. And a blockhead butthead. There appears to be some species of crab at the bottom.

A couple of local Homies chillin' under hovering mashed potatos.

A 4-fingered handstand, drawn by me, the Internet.

I can't remember who drew this. I wanna say Schmelaura, but there is a very sexy Host Holland-like signature running up the side. Suffice it to say it's sexxxy.
It must be you Host.

Ok, this is definitely you Laura. I recognize your pathology at a shot put's toss away. You draw like a cracked-out fashion designer!

Ludwig pulls out all the stops.

Ludwig can't stop giving.

Is Ludwig exhibiting tonight?

Ludwig is eternal.

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Suck-free Batch of Drawings

2008-06-13T01:33:00.038-04:00

FUCKIN' HELICOPTERS!!!!!!!!

Ninja party cow in a pot full of charmed snakes coughing up leaves.

The Spin Doctors are actually on tour this year. I'll definitely be at the John Candy's Grave for the double dirge whammy: Two Princes ► Little Miss.

This design looks like the boardgame "Bonkers"

A toirtle and a snoike in limbo between plum heaven and lemon hell.

The bears are visible to those who would set them free.

New Paltz's local aqualung, Andrew "Rocket" Puppy drew these drawings. They belie pretty much everything he is about. Or do they?

She's a cop.

Cool boogers!

Kate, you get the Cool Font award!

A boy mallow about to get seriously marshed.

Yeah, yo, this guy...

French Press Coffee Man and Rabbit Boy sing fucksongs together.

Dedicate your next drawing to a dead friend!

M-turd 'n' boots umbrellizes 3 dangerous drops.

Hotfoot!

Drawing Party Graveyard.

Femur Face swigs sweet hemlock from the bottle.

A lionized cat chases a winged pie.

Somebody just got back from La France!

I think this is a portrait of me, or some other doppledrawer who looks just like me.

"I speak in butterflies and think in vegetables."

Anthropomorphs like to shoot hoops too.

I dunno what the fuck's goin on.

Let's all suicide ourselves next Weds!

Rick's Vagina Triptych.

3-in-1 dolpphin!

Zirschy draws up a sacred geometry storm:
Concentric leaf bubbles, lightning bolt branches, and matrices of non-conflict diamondfucks. If I could pun the word "fractal" with Amanda's name, I would do so here.

The pixies are messin' with the Grid.

Schmelaura's Starfuckers Series.

Blackberries!

Blowin' bat bubbles.

Chicken Pfalz: It beckons.

Cool Color. Cool Concept.

Two Drawing Party's ago, Ludwig spanked Amanda like a lesbian Filipino cheese cake. This week, he chomped down venomously on the pinna of my ear. What bizarre act of sexual violence will he commit next week? I can't wait!
I present The Ludwig Collection: New York City, personified boobs, and proper nouns, only proper nouns.

Look the fuck out Latin America, Asia, and the Middle East! You're gonna get HAARP'ed hardcore.

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