Do you like weirdness? Dark Humor? Strange Comedy? Conan O’Brian? Than you’ll love the drawings of Mike Mitchell.
In damp and ragged sheets my quaking lungs do thoroughly exhale
My skin is covered in raging torrents of terse and icy frigidity
With photographic precision my life runs long before me, engulfing my seeing sense and overwhelming my thinking eyes
A bright reality tears asunder the encroaching blackness and baths me in a glorious essence. I float before it.
Why, oh why, did I eat that dead and rotting fish?
