Jonas Goonface

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pessiMyStiCaL anarcho annihilist, making porn comics in minnesota (nsfw) ---- doing DOGPILE (slipshine) and The Unsinkable Ship of Fools (iron circus) and more https://goonface.itch.io

Job 1:6-7 " Now there was a day when the sons of God came to present themselves before the Lord, and Satan[a] also came among them. The Lord said to Satan, “From where have you come?” Satan answered the Lord and said, “From going to and fro on the earth, and from walking up and down on it.”
"even if the squat was to be raided tomorrow, I'd still do the dishes today. Even if construction is completed tomorrow, I'd still do my monkey business tonight. I act on the values, whims, hates and loves that make me ME. The future isn't my master. Now is for fighting and fixing and fucking. Now needs us. Even if the world was to end tomorrow I would still plant a tree today."
Jerric advises against the enjoyment of alcohol in the aftermath of a head injury. Their concussed patient says she'd have preferred to have suffered a broken leg instead.
four images: A person is grinching an american flag off some unattended porch. A buncha stinky punks are forming a human pyramid. Jonas rides his bike thru the night with a santa bag full of dumpster food and dayolds. And finally a flag is spitefully retired over a campfire while someone reads Willem Van Spronsen's manifesto.
Jonas is signing some comic books from 4pm to 6pm at Tropes and Trifles (twin cities romance bookshop.) 2709 E.38th st, Minneapolis. Bring your own Jonas comics or buy one at the shop and I'll sign it :p
Kara is kitted up for range day, and pulling one of her gloves off with her teeth. in the background a can of Pomelo has a bigass hole in it, and a spent bullet casing leaves a little smoke trail as it tumbles.
comic of a rascal picking a book out of the library and wanting to make one of their own. The other books yell to also be read, and the rascal is panicked by this mass of unread stories, saying "this library is a graveyard! How will my comic avoid this fate!" The sheriff of makeaterriblecomicday enters and points his gun at the rascal, saying "An unread book is no tragedy! An unwritten book is! create for your own soul, or don't create at all!" the rascal, is still worried about their place in infinity, but the sheriff assures them that inifinity is a scam, the only truth is in the moment, and being forgotten is a blessing. waves saying "read me!" crash on a beach, apreciated for a moment, and forgotten. These comic panels create a sheriff body.
An image of Jonas is wearing ear protection after 35 years of selfharm while operating a tiller on his friend's farm. An image of Jonas getting a skullet haircut by his housemate whom has never cut a skullet before. an image of someone wearing a large mask of a departed friend grinding on Jonas, who's eating a plate of pancakes at the coolest funeral that's ever happened.
The nerdy purple scout is muching a red shroomberry, skeptical about the alleged boner effects.
Jonas's Where'sWaldoSona: Waldon't. A shitty scrappy stripped goober with horns and a long striped dick. "he/him, leo, recalcitrant, annoying to society, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning, ball so hard mfs wanna find me"
the skeletons of the two scouts lay entwined in the snow. their ghosts float above, wishing they'd made different choices.
pompeii victim preserved in a pose that looks like they might possibly been jacking off in their last moments.
A purple scout staggers up to the campfire, discovering that his three pals have all arrived there before him. They greet him with devious smiles and the removal of belts as they say "look who's finally here. a bet is a bet."
an orange scout is fading away from their brush with a poisonous plant. A teal scout fires his rescue claw to save his companion from peril.
Jonas is gleefully lifting a cardboard ghettoblaster aloft which reads "decriminalize sex work" on a bridge crowded with perverts
A postcard that says "greetings from our suicide march into the sun" showing a terrifically ugly wind-powered-land-spider-peddle-bar galloping across acid lakes.
animals in balaclavas are baking a cake, drinking water, and cleaning themselves. there's a wood fire heating food and coffee and tea in the foreground.
a shirt design commemorating a burning, smashed up, graffitied bank. saying "wells fuego 1957-2020"
Jonas is singing karaoke, dumpster diving, and cleaning his tools.
Jonas's desperate plea that comic writers order their word balloons left to right (if they're writing in english) without crossing the tails of the word balloons.
images of Jonas applying for foodstamps, rizzing up the post office lady while mailing his prison pals, smelling lilacs and wrestling with a computer update.
Trapped Under Ice is photoshopped into a comic panel of Nancy and boyNancy dancing to abrasive sounds. a word balloon says "these dirty kids will dance to ANYTHING"
a promotional image for "Sickos Selection #4" boasting +900 pages of comics, prose and art. "discover 25 exciting creators for only $25!" image of a Cerberus of three horny people's heads salaciously licking, biting and eating the pages of an adult book for adults.
Jonas requests a copy of "Black Arms to Hold You Up" from his local library.
Warren the were-pire is informed by Sid the oogle that cute people, according to the laws of nature, have the privilege of stealing whatever they want.
an old atari game style image of a priest in a child's room. The caption reads "She is here." the game is called Faith.
A starwars rebel is sitting atop a damaged imperial droid full of laser burns. a caption reads "I'll rest my head when the empire is dead"
drawing of molly.
Jonas has a gas pump labeled "fuck" fueling him up while caption reads "I'm anarchonihilist! I run on FUCK! Spite! Hate! Recalcitrance!
Jonas doodles out all his feelings, questions, and intrusive thoughts while eating his apple-lunch
funfetti cake with coffee buttercream frosting, decorated with a racoon and an anarchy symbol
a red,black,and white poster for Pom Poko edited a circle A, chaos star, and a plea to bring snacks and offerings.
grandma with a big gulp sized pipe
jonas draws in a cafe, a coffee cup rests peacefully atop his lumpy head. his concentration is total and complete.
huge empty room where two men sit in chairs and talk very much.
dialogue while two old crusties play dice.
Nolan's re-imagining of the Batcave. empty vacuum with oppressive lighting. concrete square. The nuclear waste warning is there saying "this place is not a place of honor..."
characters just stand about talking unnaturally like dolls someone is playing with. no fun, no hobbies, no life.
first slide of my mean-spirited slideshow. Christopher Nolan? more like Christopher NO
Toxie waves an screaming Fed impaled on his mighty mop over his head while yelling "how about I change YOUR insides!"
Jonas is a combat angel with four swords and a sketchbook thingy. His caption says "Jonas Goonface, he/him, Angelus Novus, Author of Dogpile and other porn comics, anarchy. dumpster diving. no future. no hope."
Mod, a short robot is perusing tubes of sex robots, saying "let me slip into someone more comfortable... any preference?" Their guest responds "Got any with a BIG DICK? I'm lookin to get sTUFFED" and Mod in fact does.
Manjur is crying to be let outside, or to be fed, or to be let outside, or to be fed, or to be let outside.