Hi. It’s me, Ascendancy. I want to share something with you that’s very special. I’ve begun drawing horsies in some of my spare time. I showed this to Mob Legend and I said “Do you like it?” And he goes “Awww! It’s really good!” in that voice he uses when he doesn’t mean it and is talking to a girl—a voice I’ve heard him use on multitudes of females. Therefore, he hates it. What do the rest of you think? In your critique, please also use the words “aesthetic” and ”faggot.”

Clouds and Butterflies,
A
May 14, 2008 at 2:48 pm
Thank god you showed up on the scene, now I won’t be crying myself to sleep over Rauschenberg.
May 14, 2008 at 2:49 pm
are those clouds or blobs of airborne horse shit?
(is horseshit one word or 2?)
May 14, 2008 at 3:16 pm
i’ll have you know i worked very hard on this. Sorry i’m not a “REAL ARTIST.”
May 15, 2008 at 11:40 am
whatever . horses suck.
let’s have a horse blog battle. i’m drawing one now.
May 16, 2008 at 8:45 pm
Frasier Crane is aesthetically a faggot.
That out of the way…The proportions are very good…It looks a bit overworked to be just a sketch. More of an intermediary stage between sketch and polished finished work…You either went too far or not far enough.
May 17, 2008 at 3:37 am
god damni it
i still dn’t know what you think about my ideas or used the word aesthetics
May 17, 2008 at 11:45 am
i agree. there needs to be a horse blog battle. where’s your horse? i have a few more.
May 30, 2008 at 11:30 am
I like the goat you drew. But why is he carrying a grocery bag? With that haughty expression on his face he should have someone to do that sort of thing for him.
If it runs in the Kentucky Derby and breaks both legs because he’s too old, will they use an aesthetic to youth’n'ize it?
Sorrie. I just faggot how to speell.
May 31, 2008 at 9:29 pm
There’s a racetrack near my house, it’s famous. Amongst the Irish notably.
There, now you know where I live.
I tried to break into it last night because there’s a festival on but some security ‘goit’ alerted some fake police (community support officers) and suddenly it was like Fort Knox except with shit music and hippies where there should have been gold bullion. Which I imagine would be a surprise if you’re guarding Fort Knox…They weren’t though.
Anyway they were crap and couldn’t see where we were (not the royal we, I had backup) so instead of legging it I drew their attention with a flashlight. This made them shine a laser into the bushes about twenty feet to my left. Fortunately this is England where lasers don’t have guns on the end..They have idiots on the end. Idiots with no guns.
Next festival is a Christian festival though, will try again then…Logically who’d want to break into a Christian festival? Exactly.
There were no horses in this story but animals were killed in order to generate the power required to write it.
June 1, 2008 at 12:28 pm
Mob Legend, you’ll have to run the numbers on this. I came up with maybe Vore lives in Essex, or maybe he doesn’t. My brain is a fart on breakfast potatoes.
June 1, 2008 at 8:10 pm
Incorrect!
June 2, 2008 at 2:10 pm
There are Irish people who like the race track. Let’s see…County Kildare?
June 2, 2008 at 2:13 pm
uh, i think he’s talking about irish people who live in england who go to horseraces.