Swamp Crotch

Flora creamed this team, R.I.P.

[Image cap: a two page spread with the lyrics to Fangs ‘n’ Thangs spread across it. There’s a little vignette of the clouds parting to show the full moon next to the title, and ink splatters dot the pages. On the first page there’s a vampire in leggings and a sweater looking hopeful clutching her cellphone to her chest. In the top half of the second page is a werewolf, humanoid, hairy, with a canine snout and ears, wearing boots, shorts and a tank top, studded bracelets, and a bob haircut. She’s doing a sick skateboard trick. Below that, among the words is a skull on a skateboard, a rose clutched between its teeth. End image description.]

[image is a 2-page spread with the lyrics to Babe, I Secrete for You with stylized droplets of liquid clinging to the surface of the white pages like raindrops on a window pane. On the bottom of the second page is a frog, sitting and contemplating her webbed front foot. Alongside her it says “When your fingers are webbed together, you really have no choice but to go straight to fisting. Good thing my hands are small.” end image description.]

We met on a new moon I was out for a bite Broke through my eternal gloom You dropped by the next night Started hangin at my crypt Occasionally But you come over when you want And you never text me! You burn me like the sun I’m feelin like I’ve died Won’t you text me, hun? Or is it that you’ve lied? I predate phones But I can still hit “send” You can turn into a wolf But not a real girlfriend You could text me on a new moon Some night when you have thumbs But I know you’ll dig me up soon And we can grave rub I’ll keep my ears perked Just give me a call I can fly over In no time at all!! You burn me like the sun I’m feelin like I’ve died Won’t you text me, hun? Or is it that you’ve lied? I’m old as hell but I can still send a text I’m not your booty call I didn’t die to have sex! You burn me like the sun I’m feelin like I’ve died Won’t you text me, hun? Or is it that you’ve lied? Or is it that you’ve lied? OR IS IT THAT YOU’VE LIED?

she'll break on through, skate you down and then INTESTINAL FLORA WINS AGAIN!!!

You’re so magic in bed Like a wizard giving head How do you do the Things you do? Babe, oh babe… I secrete for you! Frog girlfriends We’ve got mucus On our skin Makes for a natural lubricant Babe, oh babe I secrete for you! (Chorus) I love the way you make me feel Amphibious chemistry Connection so real! If we weren’t so Damp, we’d spark!! I secrete for you! I secrete for you! The things you do to me Threaten to destroy! Babe, oh babe…. I secrete for you! Love that frog fist Love that slimy kiss Babe, oh babe… I secrete for you!! (chorus) It’s a natural phenomenon… But you really turn me on Where nature leaves off You pick up Babe, oh babe…. I secrete for you I don’t know if Frogs mate for life But all I know is You’ve stolen my sight! All I see is you I’ll secrete for you! (chorus)

[a two page spread with the lyrics to Intestinal Flora, a bloodstained helmet with a frog stuck to the front on the left, Flora is kicking another derby player in the groin from behind on the right]

parts of “Acid Vagina”

[image description: a two page spread, all of it is drawn in black ink with screen-tone dots to add grays. The left page is a two panel comic. The first panel is a frog wearing boxer-briefs on an Ouija board, her paws are on the planchette, and the number 6 is visible through the hole in the middle. In the second panel the 9 is visible instead, and a speech bubble issues from the frog saying “OH MY!” the dot on the exclamation point is a heart. On the right page is a lit candle  on a black field, to the right of it are the lyrics to Freaky Ghost Bed (linked) in a handwriting font.]

[the text in caps reads “I’ve been going on a lot of online dates lately so I bought myself a shirt to get my biggest flaw out there right away.” below is a drawing of a black T-shirt with “hot but boring written on it”

A Really Long Song About Your Really Long Strap-On

first verse of Intestinal Flora

image description: a two-page spread with “Apologies From Mike Hunt” written roughly in brush across the top. on the left hand page are the lyrics (published in text previously on our blog) written over an empty bed. On the right hand page is a black and white drawing of two figures in bed from above. The song title is in a speech bubble issuing from a figure looking at the camera looking tired and regretful. The other figure is turned away, eyes shut, looking annoyed.

Apologies from Mike Hunt