...I feel more of a fizzle coming on...

...a mixture of maladies...

there's this familiar (and, oh so welcome) sense of dismemberment that comes with the booze.
I know, there are plenty of more holistic alternatives to this debacle. I choose to avoid those options at most costs. but, considering most of those "costs", come with natural acquiesce to positive brain-frame (which, for the most part, am incapable of ), i am three sheets to the wind in the most opposite direction.
rye...grain...these are things on the natural schematic... yes?
i have a problem... yes?
do you have a problem?
...i made up this whole brain dream ,where i thought for just a moment that i was the drink. flowing so wonderfully into my callous throat. dipping and diving through the whole thing, like some spelunking cave master. the rigid in-skirts, and strange blackish green obstacles inside my innards... to weave and twist throughout. wandering through the flesh tubes like some liquid snake. making an excremental exit into the den of where my head typically sinks so low.
i give up.
things are apparently much more serious than i am willing to acknowledge.

...Anatomy of a rat....

all photos taken by the lovely alisa buselli

newer artwork... with some background

"the lights are on...but, no one is home" initially i was prompted to draw this from an idea that spawned from my girlfriend alisa, who requested a drawing with something along the lines of a "fat house ass hat"...? then, after a long and repetitious conversation with my mother, drunk on wine. i made the house the head, and the lack of senses taking a peek in the window. "ooooh so artsy", i know. but, this is definately one of my favorites.

clipping from a magazine, altered with micron pen and white out. phrase taken from an exerpt of the anonymously written "manifesto"

one of my favorite subjects. David Slentz, an old sociapathic co-worker with an immense creepiness and contagious depression. favorite catch phrase "maneschevitz!! WHAT A WINE!"



first three in a series of teachers and administrators in middle school

sketch one in the series of "handimals"

randomness with micron pens

strange creature in the desert. direct result of long night of upper abuse. i'm a bad man.

confused glonga, before i add the watercolor wash for the background

side-view of an employee at my old office in mid town. very very sad man.

Her name was Myra... some gal from Minnesota, tryin' ta get a taste of the ol' blue collar thumb. Some farm girl, with wiles equip for the most repressively vile, and obscene performances I had ever witnessed....or should I say, experienced.
Harold, the bartender, was in obvious observance of my situation. He was well aware that it had been some time since I've laid my grimy fingers on, or even near someone that bore more than a good 5 teeth or more. Let alone a full set. Golly, what a nice white set she had!
The hospitality in the pub was well nourished, and the drinks ample. Always served with a chummy, "there ya go boss!". The more the drink poured, the more comfortable I became. The dirt under my long boogeyman-like fingernails became more and more translucent. The rotting scent of my cavities became more of the pheromones working wonder, than the typical sensual aberration and admonishment.
I could feel her... eating up that marvelous pungency from my gullet. Like some sour candy, gulped into her lungs in some abysmally wondrous dream scape of smuttiness. We would pause this slippery nonsense between slugs of booze... make an attempt at intelligent conversation (neither one of us being even decent candidates for). Then just giving up and regressing into our actual relationship with one another.
She would clench my genitals like she meant to harm me. Maybe she did. I didn't care. Twisting and pulling in fashions that tear the skin and grip so hard it sends the blood back to the brain (even if you are into that sort of shit, its painful.)
"MYRA! take it easy baby, you's gunna twist me right off da' door frame! what kinda fun can we have then..."
"I'll have as much fun as I wanna! I can take it on back home with me as a souvenir...OH! the things I would do!"
I would be lying if I said I wasn't turned on by her comment. My mind wandered with the possibilities. Then again, coming from a guy like me...this kind of attention is a once in a lifetime opportunity. So what if she ripped my dick from my body! Damn thing has been nothing but a nuisance since i first got it up. At least it would be torn apart in a whirlwind of lusty debauchery. Better than getting caught in the gears of the machinery at work.