Drawings were whimsy, liked the R&M flyby, but was imagining a more childlike psychedelic playground tumble wonder dream world gentle end of days type thing storywise rather than this bland scenario.

Thought it maintained an underlying treacle-free tenderness of heart all the way through and did really well presenting emotional collisions between fading innocence of childhood and those unstoppable mutations into adulthood.

…or the Great Grape Rape Ape

Sounds like your children have a cool mom who can make up cool new tales to add to their favorite stories. Enjoy those bad things..;-)

…I guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper. And those three people in Brainerd. And for what? For a little bit of money. There's more to life than a little money, you know. Don'tcha know that? And here ya are, and it's a beautiful day. Well. I just don't understand it.

…with a gigantic spoiler.

Humanity seems really great at documenting ignorance.

Erotic Chaos, God ain't dead.
I'm the favourite Son of Madness and I want your, head.
Your women are virgins till they've had me.
I don't love what you are but what you could be.
See me slide like maniacs dream.
take my hand and I'll make you clean.
You're lost in a technicolour maze,
I'll save you baby from this alcohol…

Thank you for the link, much appreciated.
The infuriatingly continued existence of the slave trade, that slavery never really "ended" and the magnitude of all those mind-boggling abominations that continue unabated right now are a tragedy of global proportions.

Watch first what your own instinct dictates, follow your heart. It matters not a whit what any of us suggests, although the question may prompt stimulating commentary…

Was hoping on a feature about Dynamite magazine…or maybe even Bananas or Pizzazz…

They were makin' their way the only way they know how.
That's just a little bit more than the law will allow.
Beats all you never saw, been in trouble with the law since the day they was born…

Why play with his corpse there, when you can play anally with a live Daniel Radcliffe on the Kill Your Darlings site.

I was guessing the writer was under 20.

Again, talk of slaves past, gets one pondering slaves present:

Ricky, kudos on the new sobreity. For some reason, i'm having these pangs of empathy for a stranger, no doubt due to somewhat similar negative thought patterns, but i got absolutely nothing fucking useful to say, which is par for the course for this subject matter…

http://www.pbs.org/video/22…

Read 'em when the collected versions show up at the library and i'm in the mood. Both the show and book play the obvious open-ended narrative milkin' it game and both are juvenile; book is less stultifying than the show for me, different folks enjoyin' different strokes, don't yah know…but still not buying that…

We can get Phil back, just gotta go back in time to May 27th 1998 and give Brynn a lobotomy.

Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people,
so meet me at the mission at midnight;
we'll divy up there…