here is a note that I found on a post underneath a rock at the carpark of sawtell headland.



I'm not sure what would be cooler. If some enterprising local kiddies had a diabolical scam running, or if the Sawtell ranger was this unprofessional.

So here's another expression of my troubled teen mind. This one had to be cut down because it was too big. After Brad was poisoned by rat sack, burned by the sulfuric acid, chopped by the rusty blade, turned into brad chips, spiked, barbequed and then fed to the bishop, he was poo'd into a nearby toilet and taken via a "poo pipe to hell" to a be further tormented by stickfigure demons. I especially like the crappy rat that has been sewn inside brad's skull to dine on his living brain, and also the cherry bomb eyeball. Gee, I was a likable little grommet.

here is a cartoon from my mundane suburban youth. I found it in an old physics text book from year ten. This guy Brad would always sit with me, and he'd really give me the shits, so i'd draw these elaborate death aparatus for him. It is really cool. As the term wore on i began to incorporate my knowledge of physics into them. this is an early one. More gore, less intellect. I was a really crappy cartooner then.

It's true. The self proclaimed blog hater is one of us. I think we can all safely sat that she now takes the title of sydney's premier "hippy-crit" from me. be sure to go there and leave a naughty comment.