An evening of Morricone soundtracks bleeds into the brain stem, making the brain tingle!

What’s platform people, submitting another Ordinary Time transmission from the Land of Nod

It was a good night, restorative. No pressure, no agenda, just making things.

Good evening platform people, it’s late and this is the time left in the day for me to spend some time free from the noise of the day. I was thinking about this all day. It’s rough, but I think once cleaned up it would make a nice mini comic. What do you think.

I’ve been a little bit under the weather this week, dreaming the dreams of dreams fueled by NyQuil.

Hey platform people how are you? I took an hour break from the chaos of every corner. No client feedback, no artificial camaraderie, no doom scroll, no me, no guilt.

It was a sad day discovering the last sheet of vintage Big Brain Comics packing chipboard had been used. I had to resort to whatever was in recycling but vibe is feeling a bit off.

The week was a mother, I don’t know where Mars is but move to wherever you go when you not messing with the universe. Hiding in the basement making chicken scratch drawings makes me feel about as happy as anyone could get these days. Good night moon, good night platform people. Be safe.

Not all scumbags wear tattered concert tees.

All neck from the waist up. That was running through my head the entire time is was drawing this drawing. Enjoy the weekend people. Stay safe and work your abs.

Making marks, listening to music, mentally preparing for work. I like the late hours the best, the house is quiet, my world is sleeping, no pings, no chats, no questions, no doubts.

GOod morning platform people, how are you? Switching things up with an early morning post. Br bad today, skip out early, call in well, see a movie or whatever. Take care of yourself and be safe

A box of just getting lost in the process, lots of misses and a few wins. Can’t say it matters, the feeling that comes from just making marks is enough these days. Find your joy, cling tight to its warmth and fuck the rest.

D! E! V! O I was trying to commited to a favorite but there are too many for even a top ten to encompass.

No one’s alright

Early morning Stooge fest! slamming of the walls of the basement old man style

After a long hiatus, I made a zine! You can find them here if youbstill have a taste for printer materials www.etsy.com/shop/kingmini

In between the worrying, confusion and rage I do what I can to remain clear. Be safe people

I have a very unhealthy obsession with the Twisted Teens band right now. I really like getting familiar with a song, it’s usually the sound first. Eventually I realize I should listen to the lyric. So what pulls you in? The sound or the lyrics?

Looking forward to some time away from work, some time facing down a blank sheet of paper and the bliss of discover

The Kmart cut out bins never disappointed the budget consciousness young me trying to balance comics, monster movie poster, and music purchases. You had to sift through a lot of K-Tel filth but there were gems

It’s fair to say what started as a simple art zine swirled out of control, that being said it was pure joy.

Stay Gold Platform People, Stay Gold

The biker dude in every 1970’s D grade film.

I’m forcing myself to just making things with no real end goal other than “it’s done” simply getting lost in the process.

The American Scumbags Collection first drop is just around the corner!

Three cords of magic

I’m skipping DST. I’m riding with the sun and hiding under the sheets at sun set.

The first wave of Scumbags are just a few weeks away for dropping.

Words escape me this morning. Making marks in the spare moments

Friday night record party is winding down with the Specials “Ghost Town” on repeat. Perfect song for an imperfect week

Good evening Platform People, work has commenced on a new mini zine like object and a sneak peak seemed only fitting. Hopping to have this wrapped up and off to a printer in a few weeks. Stay tuned, stay safe, stay up late.

It wasn’t intentional but a punk inspired Frankenstein monsters manifested itself a little early for the Halloween season.

Like Haley’s Comet, a Thin Lizzy song is a welcome visitor enjoyed for a brief period of time before slipping back into the darkness of an ever expanding Spotify playlist

Putting cardboard to good use

October 1st is National Goth Day of Angst. Mark your calendars, break out the black mascara and do it up right, Platform People. I’m just making shit up, it’s actually May 22nd but whatever. Play Sisters of Mercy, The Mission, and some proto goth while there’s still time.

Hey platform people, play it loud, play it over and over. Let’s meet up for grilled cheese and shopping mall donuts at sun down

A smattering of chicken scratch lines

No weak pits

Feeling the tug of Charles Bukowski the last few days “If you’re losing your soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul left to lose”

Dig it Platform people. Let’s leaves the routines of living behind. Skip out on the rent, let the lawn go , the laundry will figure it out. The empty ice cube trays will say: they’ve just left for the day but the carpet knows better. Okay. You dig it l?

Sluggo, Sluggo, Sluggo never went to school. Sluggo, Sluggo Sluggo he ain’t nobody fools. Sluggo, Sluggo, Sluggo Nancy treated him like a tool. He packed a sake, he ran away. he cried some tears, he ran away. Sluggo, Sluggo, Sluggo

Boys may not cry but I know at least one adult who does. I’m going through some of my photography books and forgot how styling the first wave of UK punk was, all over the place. Truly a “Be what you want to be moment” before it was defined Sometimes things need to less polished, less perfect.

Busting broncos, bunkhouse fun the pope owns a dude ranch, everyone’s welcome it’s fun! The pope owns a dude ranch everyone’s welcome expect that one! And that one, and all the other ones. The pope owns a dude ranch doesn’t seem like much fun. My one attempt at writing a punk song

Remember no sticking just a little stabbing, toreador

Currently working on a write in petition demanding Toby Kieth’s I ❤️ this bar and grill remove broccoli from the menu.

It happens sometimes. People just explode.

Pushing ink, making marks, ignoring the hour