Everything I do is for the children. Man, you can't even write that without feeling creepy, I can't anyway. FUCK THE CHILDREN....wait. Anyway on a non-art related note, I play music sometimes!!! If you interested/ looking for a reason to jeer at me. you can listen to my tunes on bandcamp or grainy videos of me in the toilet on yootoob

It's been a while since I've posted some junk here, and after all the time we've spent together playing porn games and ripping our dreads out in the political forum. Okay, only one of those things happened. Here's a hint, my wrist will never be the same....ANYWAY, I hope every one is fucking stoked for the end of the world, I know I have enough gasoline and bottle rockets to at least make it interesting and they'll be a new DAYGLOAYHOLE comic coming ya'll way soonish. For now you can buy black and white copies off me on my lamo etsy store........so that's enough loathsome self promotion for now.....what do you want to talk about? My secret sock fetish, next time perhaps.

I got interviewed about my comics and junk at drawmoreinc.

Is Seasick Steve. Just sayin.

ps I just posted a new DAYGLOAYHOLE comic on my blargh: benpassmore.blogspot.com.
you won't regret a little DAYGLO vacation.

howdy folks

I just reprinted some the 1st issue of DAYGLOAYHOLE in blk and wht.
so check out pages on my blog and get you copies at my shop!

New comics by yours truly my etsy site.
Don't miss em!!!

Hey folks!

Not to over sell it, but I wanted ya'll to know that the first issue of DAYGLOAYOLE is for sale on etsy. Follow NO LIMITZ (and his rubber dog, Mouth.), a haggard aged krusty in a post-punk melt down as he scours a scorched, radiated, post apocalyptic world for zebra cakes, slurpees, and corn dogs, and battles laser eyed polar bears and swearing eagles. A mix of Gary Panter's Jimbo, Tank Girl, and Conan The Barbarian, and Krazy Kat, DAYGLO mixes phallic fantasy battling and self-depricating scene hijinks and obligatory social commentary.

blah blah blah, I know nobody buys comics anymore, but humor me by at least by looking at it. There's a couple pages for preview on my bloggy also.

I've got a ton more DAYGLO drawlings and comics sitting on my computer that need touching. Hopefully I'll get them out soonish or laterish. Here's metalish drawling of a crazy tv faced kuller worm thing.

enjoy.

ps
All ways you can glance at some other junk I'm doing for "work," because, according to my girlfriend food doesn't "buy itself." Then how come it always shows up in the fridge Kate, tell me that! Ladies, am I right.

I noticed myself really venerating mid-30 to early 40 somethings lately. More specifically old punks that wear running shoes to ease there soar backs. Ride a rusty huffy to the tattoo apprentice gig that seemed really cool before their hair line started to raise. Drink light beers at pool halls. Complain about crime. Wear the same outfits they'd sport in their twenties, but modified in that they're cleaner. Own dogs with cute girl names ,and listen to Delta blues, because fuck the Cromages, you know, sell-outs....

This is largely due to the fact that I'm barreling towards that venerable pantheon of punks in retirement. Recently I've indulged in the delusion that I'll be the one that doesn't look like he won't let-it-go. We know that guy, tight jeans and PBR, moshing with 17 year olds in between back bending sessions of catching one's breath. I'm slowley realizing, however that after a day of chasing the financing dragon while watching things on your body droop and/or disappear, scrolling through pictures of your college years on the facebook, where you can't help but feel old and creepy, by the way what's up with your friend's recently 18 year old cousin hitting on you? One feels that the best recourse is to crash into the old faithful debauchery of your youth, while it's still in the periphery.
bigger version of comic

hey folks
I haven't posted anything a while so I thought I'd throw down some character sketches for a mini-series I'm working on with a friend of mine. It's loosely about a demon hunting group shortly after the death of hitler.

Colonel Colin Storme

A former SAS officer re-assigned to the group. Worries over the safety
of so many wild cards, and usually shoves himself to the forefront
during any action. A master of a variety of weapons (including
historical weapons), Storme doesn't always grasp the supernatural
ramifications involved, but usually proves unflappable no matter the
threat.