Thursday, June 14, 2012

every hour has its own teeth

I don't remember listening to Tom Waits while drawing this, but seeing it again as I loaded the image to this blog post got Goin Out West stuck in my head. "I don't lose my composure in a high-speed chaaaaaase. My friends think I'm ugly; I got a masculine face." Right on, Mr. Waits.

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