like gq and esquire not swank or whatevr

here's something i am into lately

sometimes your boyfriend provides you with useful new educations.

so now that we are one whole year old here at the opposite of easy i am starting to get hankerings to sophisticitize my shit . . . like, remember when i started i only used fat sharpies? and now i use skinny faber castells? total progress.  also i am starting to think about what if i do these less as one-offs and more as process? that's pretty unlikely considering i am above all things deeply lazy and never more than cursorily or passingly invested, but hey! what if i do an idea sketch and then make a comic from it, instead of my idea sketches being my finished product? whatevr. anyway here is some shit me an manduh got learned on recently.

when yer room looks kinda weird an you wish that you weren't there

o mairzie doats and dozie doats and liddle lambs eat ivy!

i like bears.

i m tryin here, i m tryin hard

some of this is just evolutionary, psychophysiological.  my brain is wired like a nest, yours like a bird.  in your vision of things it is clear that you'll return, but till you do i am a hollow man i am a stuffed man. my dried voice quiet and meaningless as rats' feet over broken glass.
and then some of this is specifically what i am in therapy and on medication for.  NOTHING WILL EVER BE ALL RIGHT.

:/

this is an old fight we had early on when i was being too accommodating in the way of dum dum females everywhere and u were like get out of my butt.  lol.  now i am near your butt but not in it, perf for everyone.

i will make something for YOU as a swap!

(it will be a can of soup.)

part of me wants to put on fb i am in a relationship but the other parts of me think that part is a tool. so.

baby baby i get down on my knees for yooou

they gave me shots. i cried.

and you can just live there and die there with yr mouth shut till you die

stink foot club foot ape foot BUNCH