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Rigor Mortis. Sixty-six year old chain-smoking freelance illustrator of "rare books for blind cooks." Used to play the ululator for the short-lived, old skool, flash-in-the-pan, lo-fi rock-ensemble Sodom: "Man, this was fucking ages ago." Boasts having intimate personal knowledge of the only surviving true recipe for homemade LSD: "Haven't tried the shit though." Has self-staged many exhibits mostly on sidewalks and alleyways "too fucking many to mention." Is a certified carnivore, true and through: "Vegetables give me green diarrhea." Has never really married although he thinks he has many "seeds" in many places 'too fucking many to mention.' Looks foreword to "sixty-six more years of unhealthy living: What makes man man? Sin."

The following sketches— 'doodles,' he calls them— were supposed to be "studies" he has made in 1972, exploring the visual possibilities of a multi-paneled, multi-layered album jacket for Sodom's now long abandoned attempt at recording a legal LP. "The idea was to illustrate each song. We had 16 good ones, so I made 16 doodles in all, one for every cut. Still got eight doodles with me. The rest... fuck the rest! I must have ate the rest. Now do you want them or not?" Rigor swears this will not be his first and last appearance on spread.

click on titles below to view samples of rigor mortis's sketches.

—Curmudgeon, 1972

—Stony trinity, 1972

—V-noose, 1972

—TV death, 1972

—Swastikarnivore, 1972

—Pineye, 1972

—Loperamide, 1972

—Bomba, 1972