Time seems to be going quickly but as slowly as possible as of late.
What was the wording I used the other day? Hmm...An anachronistic paradox on a primal level? I don't remember exactly. I don't even know what that means. I don't know what anything means anymore. Food all tastes the way it sounds when you rake a pile of wet, dead, leaves. And it digest just about as well as as trying to get all of those leaves into a shitty trash bag...and there are spiders and worms in the leaves...centipedes that crawl into your gloves and chew their way under your fingernails and before you know it they've already raced halfway up your arm through the tips of your god damn fingers and you're fucked, you just know it, because that little fuckers are heading straight for your heart, and right as you have that thought you collapse suddenly and instantly as a small pocket of air melts your hardware completely.
The centipedes have won and claims your carcass as their new home, the new headquarters for a ruthless empire, overlooking the gigantic and majestic puddle that you died in.
Everyone will suffer now.
I've been listening to too much Marilyn Manson lately.
So, let's see...what is worth talking about this week?
I feel like you are my therapist, but I don't really trust you because I get big time rapey vibes from you so I just kind of sit on the couch with my knees together and one hand behind my back with a butterfly knife, waiting to slice at your throat the second you unzip your khakis and come at me with that shriveled up...unit...a "penis" of sorts.
Isn't it sad though, i don't mean you really. I'm sure you're wonderful.
Just...talking to myself, these are the people I see.
These are the people who are in my head so I need to tell these horrible, terrible, nightmares to all of you...and then maybe when they are on the page I can kill them all.
or at least burn them and tell you it was wonderful.
So deliciously dark, because isn't that the place that you like to break down for a while to get away from the rest of the world? Isn't that why we turn to the darkness? To hide? More specifically to hide from the terrible fucking people around us who actually commit the horrible things that we teach ourselves to laugh at because laughing is better than crying.
One of my wisest and most powerful allies taught me about this planet before we ever came here. He calls it "The Brutal Majestic Kingdom."
Earth truly is beautiful.
Too bad people keep trying to fuck it up.
It's seriously nuts as fuck.
Anyway...like I said, I have made it my personal mission to bring laughter and joy to all of you, even through the dark and horrible nightmares, I will take your hand and lead you through them and then you can come to my nightmare and I will go to yours and we will laugh at everything.
Tales of Gesticulation #1 should be available by October.
I have already begun story boarding for it, which you can check out on our Instagram page @SuperDopeComix
We also have a great writing and illustrating team working on another title for you...it's all very exciting. It truly is.
But I wrote too much about centipedes and perverted old men...the dust of sleep has settled on my eyes and I fear it is time to beckon the call.
-Dane