The Butcher is in. Chop-Chop, Motherfucker.

Two years ago I walked away from this project. I remained creative, even continued to write (albeit in a more personal and limited capacity), revived my band Project Grimm, made lots of art, took up creating comics, etc... But yeah, from this little corner of my brain, I stepped away.

Why? If you care for the why, here is the why...

A nuclear bomb of personal shit, an ocean's worth of heartache and heartbreak and disappointment, and all sorts of mundane Mexican telenovela mind waste of the like. And I got angry with my words. And yes, I got angry with you. I didn't want to share anymore. I got tired of baring everything in my various ways, both literal and shrouded in a stylized cloud. In short I needed a break.

I'm hoping the break's over.

And I need your help.

This project is no fun unless other people own it in their own ways, to suit their own need to express themselves. That not only validates our personal human desire to communicate, it also pours jet fuel over the fires that keep my ass from getting too cozy.

There's pretty much an eternal list of things I want to say, and I have virtually devoted my life to finding various ways to say them. My favorite, however, is through creative expression. Always has been. Always will be.

So yeah, let's get busy, motherfuckers. Let's burn down walls. Let's shine light into the darkest corners, the ones that resist all but the brightest of suns.

It's time to talk some shit.

Hit us up.

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