Don't wanna form complete sentences lately. Don't like them. Too fascist, fragments seem more democratic. Made these for my band, (Stop worrying and) Love the Bomb. We're distributing them at our show on Saturday...
Originally I wanted the olive branch to be burning behind the dove. Not enough room.
Tribute to my Grandpappy, who was a B52 pilot in WWII, back before they had power steering. True story. He told his XO to F off one night, after something like a week of no sleep bombing the shit outta Belgium. Guess that's where I get it. He got his boys the day off though.
Tribute to my somewhat cripping obsession with apocalyptic imagery, zombie warfare and desensitizing video games. Note: The N Bomb in back with the RPG.
Here's how they started out