I’ve decided that every Tuesday I’m going to go back and reread an issue of Transmetropolitan
. It seems appropriate, what with my stream of brain medications and my endless frustration with the planet. If you’ve not read Transmet you need to, even if you’re not perhaps fans of comic books. It rocks the world. Think Hunter S. Thompson in a crazy future with more exciting drugs and more interesting weapons, bringing the light (and the chairleg) of TRUTH into the City.
Issue 05 – What Spider Watches On TV
Why do I love the cobra woman on page 2 so very very much?
Ziang reminds me of some of my ex’s. All circuits and steel, no heart, no manhood.
I love it that the cat tried to s3x him up. 
LOOK GRATEFUL.
Band name: Criminal Sperm.
I love the Air Jesus tennis shoes. And the cat p!ssing in them.
The Wh0re-hopper! Dun dun dun! 
“I have become television.”
Gods, the cat must drink like ten gallons a day, for all that she p!sses on things.
“The Hemorrhage that refreshes”
I REQUIRE CARIBOU EYES NOW.
Tags: Spider Jerusalem, transmet