I think this is in "A Leper's Paradise in 3-d: Just kidding".

Penninesforeyelid

Whenhereyes

The sketch is the back bar of Molly's on the Market, many years ago when Lonnie Wages was still bar-tending... I don't know what year Kagan's shut down.  Another hang up was Kaldis... 

Kagan's

This is from my book,"Hell is like Denny's it isn't even closed on Sundays."

Howsomegirls

TongueTwister

WhenIforgotthewaybacktohell

Things whispered into a dead girls ear

laughter makes the world go round, and round, 
they'll either greet us standing or lick the ground.  
Loves forever, and I'm so full of madness that 
give the choice between all these horrors in 
the world I'd rather defy them by laughing, 
and yes.... should the world decide to pick a 
fight...
 I'll be waiting right here, with love in my heart, 
and brass knuckles held against my lips. 

Why you shouldnt be afraid of clowns

A fairy tale piece from the house of Seasons...

Dismissal

For the love of sharp things

While we are growing up.... People tell us stories, HI-story, myths, and mysteries to explain the world we see and the world around us... and some of that we take to be absurd, or lies, and some we claim for truth, and we try to fit everything else into boxes that goes along with... all that. 

Ironically, you might believe all the stories you are ever told hold some truth, about the whole...  but never the less you also struggle to define you. You're story.  We all make up our own stories, about who we are, what we value, or don't value, our own mythologies about why we are here, and where we are going... and then... We try to fit that into boxes right along with everything else... 

Some stuff just won't fit... Maybe you need more boxes, or more itty bitty compartments to fit everything in, so you can sort it all out, and find understanding, define, every landing butterfly, every flower, ever physical state of matter, every... but right now... even if you attempt to define our interaction.... it is changing by the act of your observation and your interaction.  Ironically, I'm not even HERE to share that... for all you know... I could be some smelly hippie type who died in the sixties...  

Moebius Machiavelli