...I spent Sunday hungover. So no comic. I'll spend this week working. So no comic... maybe... maybe tomorrow... until then:

CHINGA Your mother, CHINGA your father, CHINGA your brother, and the thing under the covers
CHINGA Your lover, CHINGA the others, CHINGA the leeches, and the serpents and the suckers
CHINGA Your mother, CHINGA your father, CHINGA the babies and the nurses and the doctors
CHINGA Your lover, CHINGA the others, CHINGA the waiting room, the gurney and the druggers
CHINGA Your mother, CHINGA your father, CHINGA the comas and the way the spirits hover
CHINGA Your lover, CHINGA the others, CHINGA I thought I wasn't smart enough to suffer...

[peaces greases]