reuben lives here again.

so rejoice in the fact of fake beards and eye-gouged crust that forms like stubble! we make a mockery of blood and analogize it so much that it becomes air, though the substances are the same anyways. imagine the bottom picture's background, getting a nice libation at the ol' pay n' take, slamming it so hard that teeth shatter on glass, then only throwing up to the fact that you've just funneled a pint of blood rather than poison. take the late afternoon alley death crawl to the 'kind connection 2' and purchase and smoke salvia before your head pops off. then it does, and strangers gouge your eyes out with pure emotion, strict sunlight and blunt trash. make sure your headphones are secure.

(this is dedicated to reuben's fucked up sense of humor, which actually does come out at moments)

(squares drawn by reuben j)

(obviously)