thee100s
December 3, 2017
One Hundred Days of Making Comics….Not petrified at all nooooo…. … More thee100s
Trickle
November 22, 2020
Down the throat, sides-of glass, and many many spoons. I’ve never had treacle but I’m guessing it’s a slow slide and never a run. A kind of honey and molasses combination that’s only fun in theory. (Dastardly and Delicious things were said.) Only to find out that I’ve had treacle, and they way they said … More Trickle
Press
November 15, 2020
Insistent yet gentle. Crush and smoothe. Glide and pull. Wiggle and smush. Layer under layers. Tension pushed clear through. The other side. -Neru Eyesocket massage. You need one. It’s occurred to me that I don’t like mixing or kneading. You need to press through the ingredients until you meet a surface. Whether that’s the sides … More Press
Catching Vomit
November 8, 2020
If you’ve never thrown up in your hands. I suspect it’s like coughing up blood. Or catching tears. -Calcified Hearts. Warm life Leaving. Damaged inside. Heart grieving. -What words will never be enough for. -Neru Almost died of Food Poisoning. I wonder how long I’ll have the lingering nausea and random lumps in my throat. … More Catching Vomit
Middle of the Morning
November 1, 2020
See. It’s not morning yet. But if I were counting since midnight. Damn. I’ve been fooling myself for a long time. -Neru See I woke up at the crack of dawn. There is no sun’s light. No activity in Nature to tell get your butt up.No inclination of life in the body. Well, some’s leaving … More Middle of the Morning
Covetted Chew
October 25, 2020
Sounds a lot like Covet You. Which isn’t very far from the truth. I’m thinking of an obsession that goes nowhere. Food Voyeur. Voyager. On a ship that departs for ports unknown. -Neru I’m thinking of chocolate boxes, hidden and hoarded. Gold-foiled exotics. Spirits, spices-a scintillating sorbiquet. Not understood of course. What’s a bourbon or … More Covetted Chew
Drizzle, Splash, Pour and Smother.
October 18, 2020
Gaze. Turned sideways. I wondered: If hearts were to fall from the sky would they fall right side up or upside down? S: They’d be tumbling, according to weight distribution. I suppose like snowflakes, since hearts aren’t liquid. Drizzles don’t splash. -Neru Sploosh! Reminds me of rain puddles and messy mealtimes. Drowning in food, or … More Drizzle, Splash, Pour and Smother.
Sploshed and Smothered
October 11, 2020
<Plate to Paper- Princess and the Pea <Eggbuttertoast- Hide and Seek Buns <May-Foodie Pickup Lines The Perfect Storm. Through a strange confluence of happenings I find my mind has (sometimes) synced with a couple of my favourite foodies. I was thinking of a pickup line when I came across May. (What’s on the menu? Me … More Sploshed and Smothered
Fingers and Totos
October 4, 2020
Artist without a hand fetish. There’s something fundamentally wrong with that. 🤔 I can’t think of a hand as a Thing much less a person. Whether we’re subordinated by our nature or Force. of Nature. Tossed about. Throw away. Taking. Giving? Everything but the skin you’re in. I guess that’s the way fear becomes pleasure … More Fingers and Totos
Puffy Noodles- A Progression Of Thought
September 27, 2020
Sleep deprived slurping Puffed cheek, bare Meago, Mamomiji and cats in the rain being a pain and bushes. -Neru [07/02/2020] Considering a rat, belly puffed up, jerking-full of maggots. A conversation about fear got me revisiting being eaten alive. Granted at the time I thought of cannibalism, and now just Death. The natural order of … More Puffy Noodles- A Progression Of Thought
Unpleasant Feelings
September 20, 2020
Suds and Dirty Plates. Half eaten meals, fully formed garbage. Sink to the drain. Floating peacefully on my bed. These memories. Rise up into my heart. Absorb, release Same dirty water. -Neru I remember staring at a Styrofoam plate in a garbage bin. It had icing on it. Like a perfect slice of icing, as … More Unpleasant Feelings
