Everything must be clean and neat. We need to sterilize the walls, we need to scrub all the floors, windows, the fittings and furnishings. All the people must be sterilized too. Scalding water, frothy bleach and iron scouring pads. Too much contamination. It's in my eyes, it's in my mouth. I touch things and it just spreads from one to another to another, as if it is made of thick, black, viscous tar-like blood. It comes from under my nail beds, it comes from every pore in my skin. Drawing helps to an extent, perhaps I will do that.

~Heyoka

Hello Newgrounds, it's time to wake up.

Awake, Alert, Oriented by person place time and event.

The etchings in my skull tell me I'm called Heyoka and the reassuring pressure intertwining my hand is my best friend, Montauk. Pleased to meet you.

// I'm a visually impaired digital cartoonist who makes art as a form of therapy, predominately drawing things which are distressing yet sincere metaphors for my experiences. Themes typically concern dehumanization, alienation and the loss of personal autonomy; a result from being the life-long subject of medical interventions and investigation. Much of the art features gore and body-horror, so please view with discretion.

My disabilities, visual and otherwise, are degenerative and therefore put a finite timespan on my artistic capabilities. I draw as often as I can while it remains possible, more or less daily.

While I occasionally produce fandom artwork, most of my pieces feature my original character (and childhood imaginary friend) 'Montauk' (Real name: Sal "Sonny" Volero). He is my connection to the world and the interpreter of my inner life.

Other interests: vintage electronics & audio equipment, robotic toys, alternative music (grunge, punk, industrial, new wave, black metal, gothic, post-punk).

This is my first foray onto the Internet in quite some time. I welcome any interaction, so please, don't be a stranger. //