Tentacles are really in

This is an interesting piece. Very small format, actual size is approximately 3" x 3" square. Black ballpoint pen on yellow paper. Not sure where the original actually is. It was floating around the vault for awhile, i would occasionally run across it and marvel at the seamless blend between... what the hell am i talking about? Whenever this work pops out from underneath whichever bureau or piece of machinery it has hidden itself under, things start to feel really creepy. What the hell was going on that day? Was i watching too much tentacle anime(if you havent seen "Urotsukidoji: The Legend of the Overfiend" do yourself a favor and track down a copy)? The Burning Rage that is pouring out of those eyes is something that was by no means planned. I'm pretty sure this piece's genesis was at work, and in attempt to make a friend/co-worker feel uncomfortable, I inappropriately drew a picture of a squirmy penis and left it on his desk. He figured out who had drawn it (not challenging) and gave it back, where it sat on my desk, for a while, hiding under work-related papers when upper management figures would come poking around, it used to make me laugh. At that point it was only the rightmost penis and the stubbly scroat underneath, innocent enough and quite benign. I don't ever really remember drawing the rest, it happened fast and hard (these are carefully chosen adjectives... ha ha ha) and all of a sudden i realized it had crossed the boundary from doodle to significant, socially applicable art. And I saw my hand storing it between the pages of a book for safekeeping on the trip home. To this day I don't know why
I decided to bring it home... safe keeping? did i really think someone would try and steal it? All I know is it haunts me and I wish it would stop jumping out and scaring polite company.

The original is much more disturbing, by the way. because it's so small, you really have to get close to see it and then you find yourself questioning the sanity of a patriarchal society, not to mention the aura of evil that surrounds it. I'm pretty sure I unwittingly bound the soul of an old-testament type god to this innocent note card. Holey Moley Mother of Moles. I might consider selling this one day... but it would probably be an irresponsible selfish decision based on trying to get it as far away from me as possible, which would lead to global devasation and forced colonization of the moon. We'll see...