Same image, two very different story set ups...
All my dreams have been about traveling long and arduous distances lately.
Same image, two very different story set ups...
All my dreams have been about traveling long and arduous distances lately.
Same image, two very different story set ups...
All my dreams have been about traveling long and arduous distances lately.
While the other children were engaging in various activities of NERF, young Jay was in the woods behind his parents house summoning the frogs and conjuring reptilians...
In normal "comic strip" parlance, you'd read this as the taller gentlemen asking the stouter one if he'd like a sip of the ole 'strong water', only to be ignored and instead asked for confirmation on current fashion trends.
Or,
You could perhaps read it as the shorter guy asking a friend for some ego affirmation, only to be instead, propositioned on perhaps an afternoon spent raising Cain and rousting-about.
What way do you think it went?
I can't decide the vibe here. Is this like 'Sibling rivalry' or more 'Late Stage Capitalism'... Whatever it is, its getting colder now and when you hate winter, its like... "I guess June is coming someday"
Sometimes, when you have a ton of things all stacked up on your To-Dos...
It feels like a weird and terrible time to live though right now, watching democracy crumble, the Earth turn to ash, and ultra-rich assholes assuming their ultimate form, but 536, 1347, and 1917 were all worse. At least according to historical experts. So keep your head up. (I know it's tough for you Ty with that huge noggin light-bulbin' around up there), but at least it's almost Halloween right?
#YouCantJustSayPerchance
Happy Friday the 13th, (and in October no less)... This is a big one for you horror fans out there. Last night I thought about what was going on for Jason shortly after his incident in 1957, and then again in early 1982 before things really started to heat up, you know, murdering wise... He probably had a lot of downtime when no councilors were at the camp to terrorize. I imagine he ran around the grounds setting up sweet booby traps, harassing squirrels, and poking dead carps with sticks.
Anyway, because I never watched the movies, I had to take some artistic liberties on the locations to the Camp Crystal Lake map background. I hope Eric, Jamie, and Vince will forgive...
It was usually well after midnight when the guys really started to dig in and hit their groove. By 4am the club would be 'bats in the bell tower' and the fellas would be waking the dead with their fork tongued acid-yet-smooth jazz stylings.
Some nights, Blob would split into 3 different amorphous and grotesque entities and pick up some bongos and timbales for accompaniment. Man, what a gas...
Even the most demoney demon beasts from beyond this mortal realm like a nice treat once in a while... Happy Friday
Nossy has been doing a lot of fun actives with his best boys Abelard, Bardolf and Kyle besides just hanging upside-down in the bell tower....
Swampy the Swamp Monster recycled enough pop cans left in the swamp by you filthy but delicious humans to buy himself a Lester Paul on Reverb... It's been a grind ever since.