Just to recap. The Sebaceous Funk is my new graphic novel I'm working on. Set in a futuristic San Francisco there is a cult of Charles Mingus that has no technology past the year he died which is 1979. Muscle cars, afros and jazz. Outside the wall are the Rosicrucians who will stop at nothing to get their hands on a lost piece of music Mingus was experimenting with that can knock women up. A jazz piece called "The Sebaceous Funk"
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I noticed that no one is smiling in your sketches. What is the dentistry like in this world that you are creating. Are the inhabitants suffering from the type of low self esteem that comes from horizontal incisor eruption, cusp fusion, fields of plaque and inflamed pulp?
Do they remember to brush, up and down, side to side?
. . . and floss?
snort.
This summary could be a sideline column above your archives.
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