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For Halloween, I’m going to post here the comic I have been working on! Halfway finished you can follow my other socials for more frequent updates!

Medium Rare! Cover and Pages 1-9

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Let The Right One In

One day your messages and calls and texts wont send me  into a  headspin. 

One day,  maybe today,  I’ll forget what you say about me.  I’ll not take to heart the notions and narratives you have constructed as a fortress of defense. 

God forbid you see my truth. The way you treat the world as if it’s all a flame trying to consume you. 

Power Struggle.  The phrase of  2015. 

I’m surrendering all power.  I just want to feel and be honest and  open and  real. 

I can’t listen to you talk anymore.  Your words come out twisted like mangled bomb victims. 

Distorted little lies.  The world you’ve  put my soul in is so fucked up. 

Three isolated terror attacked by a group who is driven by the  same hate we’ve been  spinning in for centuries. 

Reading is an escape,  but it doesn’t take me far enough away. 

I can’t believe I let you tell MY STORIES for so long. 

I can’t believe I held onto your  characteristics  as something to  aspire to. 

The “Right Stuff”  is that of a sociopath.  Why would I want to  be that?

My greatest Assets is to feel. 

This exposed nerve can be kind.

(I hope.) 

This ball of angst can be kind. 

(I hope.)

You were not kind to me.  I cannot miss you little bug.  I won’t miss you.  I won’t let you in again. 

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whiskey cigarettes

Your passion is intoxicating

It tastes like whiskey burnt in oak barrels torched and charred

it smells like cigarettes and sweat like hard work from someone who thrives off of 4 hours of sleep

It looks like waking up before dawn like a farm boy “as you wish”

But it feels so so lonely

Charred Whiskey Burns

Cigarettes and Sweat they sting my eyes all these things you do before the sunrise up, no one can know.

I am your #1 favorite pre-sunshine activity. this passion like every sun-soaked addiction it sizzles when you stand too close it overflows steam scorching skin

I can no longer stand within this splash zone 

of shit.

Next time I wake up first

There will be no dawn with your secret

There will be no burst of passionate cheek kissing and foot rubbing there will be nothing there will be you no sun no secret

The moon Luna is MINE I take your secret back and climb scratch crawl high towards my moon where the world can hear every word

Anything that needs to be said come here to my moon to my terms let the wind carry your sentiments beyond the quilt

the echo reflecting what you really say to your secret. Because you

cannot

keep it.