Will be busting my ass today. But today is sort of like Christmas, because I found this:
http://www.lechjankowski.com/

I’ve tried to reduce the time it takes to make one of these by working in a smaller format, but it doesn’t seem to work. I just spend more time drawing tinier sheep.

5.18:
Bleed my mouth my jewelled box
A star is just sand in the eyes of God
the earth can be hard The sight of the living
brings us back to life again.
Hold my hand. Brush my hair.
Tell me that they won’t be stopping here
they won’t, and that’s all I need.

My wife has been listening to the House Debates. I wish the evil that is evidenced by the reflexive fuckbag shitslinging of Republican white trash whores was worthy of of an old Polish folk tune. But the rebirth of Satan pales in comparison to the continued breathing of base losers whose sole claim to power is conning their fellow rubes. There’s a cycle of whoredom here that’s self evident.
EDIT: This is mostly directed at you, Virginia Foxx. You squirrel-coiffed piece of pig-ignorant jetsam.

I was digging a drainage trench for the barn this morning, and Slinkonia came over to help. This is one of her favorite spots to destroy native species. She’s particularly fond of horned lizards and skinks.
Sometimes Slinkonia is so helpful I am forced to temporarily relocate her. Not today. She was good company.

We hired a bunch of southside VA white trash to put a fence in on the northern boundary of our property, because we had some naive faith that they would be acquainted with the intricacies of posts set into the ground and strung with wire. This was not the case. They were, however, most unsolicitedly helpful with killing snakes and various other wildlife they came into contact with while goldbricking and dumping fast food trash and beer cans on our property. My first cue that we were about to be dicked out of the money we laid before these homonculi was the bible prominently displayed on the bench seat of the truck they insisted on driving for a journey of more than fifteen feet. The other cue had to be the string of virtually unintelligible quotes from Hee-Haw and Jerry Clower: when I hear this shit, I yearn for Kevlar. It’s also an unnecessarily redundant  suggestion that I’m never entirely free from the criminal classes from which my wife had to distance me. Anyway, I’m still fixing the shit job they put up, and I will be until spring, while all the jobs that hiring them would free me up to do will wait another year.  In addition to our money, these freaks got themselves  a Regent grad for a governor so they can meet openly as leather fetish urine drinkers and root hog for the return of segregation. Cokie Roberts has got wet shorts tonight.

Taking it over the cliff. And it works.

There are more of these. Just click on sketch of the day on the top bar to view them.