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Hello, It's Me

3/3/2018

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I used to make things. I filled sketchbooks. I spent countless hours in MS Paint, which eventually lead to a career as a digital artist. My games and animations became a hit on Newgrounds.com and their success changed the course of my life. It changed the course of many lives. I made friends, and found fans. I even made the news. I was a little famous and a little infamous. I was very proud of both.

I’ve been eating a lot of Cheetos and thinking, damn, I used to be great.  But I stopped being great. I was distracted by these damned Cheetos.  Who wants to work when you could just rest on your belly like a sunning walrus and suck on your orange fingers.  Quitting the lifestyle sounds like a bad deal in the short term, but actually, all this wanton luxuriating has only made me feel worse over time.  You see, these intense Cheeto highs are always followed by ever deepening melancholy that can only be sated by the consumption of more Cheetos.  It may very well be every man’s dream, but the thrill and ecstasy promised by Chester Cheetah is an empty pursuit that will lead you down a road of heartache.  Some of us have to learn the hard way when it’s time to put down the  bag, wash the hands and get back to work.

I have been derelict in my responsibilities.  I’ve done the world a great disservice by not filling it up with more cat related art and diarrhea humor.  It makes me ill to think of the time I wasted over the years, and all the fame and fortune and illegitimate children I could have accrued.  I mean, it’s easy to talk a bunch of shit about everything sucking, but at least the hacks are putting the effort in.  I’ve just been eating Cheetos.

So I just gotta start putting something out there again, and you need to start paying attention to me again.  I think the situation is best described by the following lyrics taken from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers’ seminal 1991 hit, “Give it Away”.

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

What I mean to say is, I miss feeling like I have a home online.  If you like what I do, this blog can be a place for you to check in and see what I’m up to whether it be animation, drawing, tantric kegels or hood rat shit.
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I actually have been working on some cool stuff again recently.  I will try to update once a week at least and will have something to share soon.  Thanks for dropping by, fucko!
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XXOO,
John
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