Question: What does a man with no legs sitting
on a toilet while fully clothed tell you about public school? Answer: A lot.
High school started as a challenge for me, not in terms of the work, it just sucked. So, I started going insane. I had no appropriate outlet for my budding insanity. Sometimes in school, I would just start drawing a picture. Now, this is before I learned to draw, so the figures are crude, the shading is often nonexistent, the perspective is skewed, but none of that is the point. (Hey, cut me a break, I was starting to lose it!) The drawings, plus their captions, were really weird. I mean really really weird. Even for me. So now, for the first time ever outside a folder in my room, the byproduct of my ninth grade insanity.
the temple of Mr. and Mrs. Bucketbody
the giant banana stumbled and coughed
fraud, sodomy, malpractice and skittles
I've a tennis racket for one hand
like the balck spot, only different
buried up to his neck in asphalt
don't you know you can't box a file cabinet?
even with the axe in his head, the clown laughed
he won't carry this giant brick on his shoulder forever
that isn't salsbury steak, that's naplam!
the tap-dancinist desk legged man in the country
voting with a fish through your chest
a flying midget and folic acid