Kevin Maus | Will Wont
Will puts his hand in his pants to fetch a wet bunch of nut while watching women, wearing red vinyl garters and Lady Justice blindfolds with the eyes cut out, throat holster a giant black urgency. Will self-loathingly dispatches of his nut in a pupilar shit-can. A bottle of hog gland sass is before him; he drinks of it deeply. He lights a death wish and takes blue draws of aril smoke and flips on the psychotoons.
xlii | SF&D