thee100s
December 3, 2017
One Hundred Days of Making Comics….Not petrified at all nooooo…. … More thee100s
Not Much To Say, Everything To Feel.
December 31, 2019
I know it’s the beginning of the day but my bro is playing Ame no Parade in the background. I just finished one of the most beautiful stories I’ll ever read in my life. Your Letter led me to a Letter I Left Myself. Notes I made that of course I know not where or … More Not Much To Say, Everything To Feel.
It’s December.
December 1, 2019
I know! I might as well rush and write something before the day passes. Epic Eyeroll. In fact I’m experiencing a fit of inspiration. (YAY!) Though I’m feeling drained mostly. I’m wondering how people DO living, you know? Sacrificing sleep, hustling hangrily, and still remain respectable. Well, I say! There’s been so many suicides of … More It’s December.
Gaping White
November 30, 2019
Drag and burn. Pluck and Flick. Dig and Twist. Bleed a Little. Angle and Repeat. Tap and Scrape. Tongue and Toss. All that to say I hate to Floss. -Neru
Tamaki Park Ride
November 19, 2019
Evil themepark stealing lives. Apartment that houses the souls of trapped kids who are now grown up and trying to find their way back to the real world. (This apartment is a cabin lodge just outside of an actual themepark!) It could be my reaction to Dungeons and Dragons the animation. My father refused to … More Tamaki Park Ride
Backburnt
November 16, 2019
I do a lot of forgetting but I don’t think I’m very good at it. I never seem to forget things like memories I want to forget. Mind over matter is such a load of tripe. My thoughtlines are lost. Figuring I may be able to recover something. Alas this horse has kicked me to … More Backburnt
Brittle Blush
November 16, 2019
Tenuous hold. Friendship. Firm pull. Hesitation. Apart. Seeking familiar. Aftertaste. Acid insides. Thin cracking skin. Bitter rush. Burst through. Slight resistance. Pips crushed. Sticky fingertips bled and dried. Burning eyes carelessly brushed. I needed to cry anyway. -Neru Ode to the Grapefruit, Ex-Friends, and the echoes of Consequence.
It’s November
November 1, 2019
I’ve been away. And I’ve forgotten me. I wish I had a Pooh to rustle my hair awake. With sticky, honey hands! Instead I have a Banami. Actually I got Banami from under trying circumstances. He’s got a scary face and sometimes he scares me. I suppose you could say his history is written all … More It’s November
