FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO CAN'T READ, I PRESENT THE
GRAPHIC NOVEL
And I don't know about the rest. You want
colors and outlandish statements? You want
Alison Bechdel in her stripey bloomers? Dogs
and cats who will talk to you? Monstrous bank
slavers who drag people through the mud? I can
get it. The bindings may be insincere, but the
general ferocity can remain servere, boiling
with black humor. Pictures at an exhibition,
to be sure, Mr. Mussoursky. But first, let's
step back and find civility, pus aside the
constant aganda, and re-sharpen our
fucked-up pencils and markers.
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