Entry 004
Welcome back, to the few still keeping tabs on Razor Hill. The first episode of The Razor Hill Strips has been finished for a while now, but like any newborn beast, the bugs came crawling. Many, many bugs. The site has taken longer to wrangle than I planned, and since these comix aren’t built for social media (they’d get me exiled in no time), I’m going underground.
Soon enough, Razor Hill may go quiet on the main feeds. My hope is to reach enough of The New Taste before then — so the word can spread mouth to ear, one sick soul at a time.
I’ve got big plans, and while these hiccups try to choke the whole thing out, I won’t give in. This is a journey. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I’m here until Razor Hill grows legs and starts running on its own.
I knew the path would be messy. This first strip already gnaws at me, whispering it isn’t good enough. Maybe that’s the point — watching each piece get sharper, filthier, closer to the vision clawing at my skull. I know the vibe I’m hunting, and I won’t stop until it hits just right. And even then, the obsession only deepens.
So here’s to upstarts and broken hearts. You know what I mean. If you’re reading this, I think you do.
If you’ve stumbled onto www.razorhillcomix.com and read the first episode, know that I’m already buried in the next one, carving it out feverishly, hunting for what I’m after — and maybe for you too.
There’s an email on the site. Drop me a line. Tell me what you think. Are you sick like me? Do you hate what I’m doing? I want it all. Spit it back at me.
In the meantime, I’ve got comix to draw, zines to birth, and plenty more filth to pump into the gutter.
This has been BAG!, signing off once again from Razor Hill. Much love. See you soon. 🪰💀💋