thee100s
December 3, 2017
One Hundred Days of Making Comics….Not petrified at all nooooo…. … More thee100s
Rotting From Lonliness
April 18, 2021
Wrinkly fruit. Gone-to-waste. Leftovers. Disposed in haste Shame or an unraveled state. Unravelling, repairs to make Consciences, expectations to placate. All plans no purpose. -Neru Life is like a beautifully drawn up menu. Left with wrinkly ingredients gone worthless. Time waits for no-one. Especially you. I don’t know what’s worse wrinkly vegetables in the back … More Rotting From Lonliness
Slowly Drying
April 11, 2021
[Imagery:Jeweled or unadorned slices of midheaven. Artfully arranged.] I wondered what my mangaka handle would be and I came up with either lechedecoco or shrivelled turnip. I kid you not. I kept a cute baby turnip on my desk and watched it wrinkle. No color left just brown fissures and spots of fuzz that make … More Slowly Drying
Wonka And Wasting The Day Away
April 4, 2021
You can be free-If you truly wish to be -Wonka If you’re not greedy, you will go far -Oompa Loompa Aphantasia and literally wasting away. My mind, that is to say. I wonder if people with Aphantasia get Alzheimers easier? I’m really worried about this. There are so many moments in the score that reminds … More Wonka And Wasting The Day Away
Death in Fairytales
April 1, 2021
Drowned mouse in Anne of Green Gables. Apple tree surrounded by the poisoned fence Poison mushrooms! Rip Van Winkle, wine of sleep Death as Sleep Tinctures and Taints The Wizard of Oz And other rabbit holes Subconciousness is a place Coffee and the Odyssey Lassitude and Lingering Weighed down by weightlessness Child-like compliance -Neru Fairytales … More Death in Fairytales
Yawn
March 28, 2021
Violent inhalation Forced upon Stale air, stalled lungs A slothful strike Punch in the middle Again Proof of life Keep. Alive Unwilling tears Slip silently Plans Frustrated Don’t want to stay awake. Yet Battling sleep Hunger weak Biting in Sleep. These jaws, like maws, grasping at air but wanting pie. OMG I forgot pi day! … More Yawn
One Splat Too Much
March 21, 2021
Sounded cuter as splap (splash and plop) -That unquantifiable eruption from the ketchup/sauce bottle.- Or a sneeze, grossly miscalculated. Waterlogged articles falling gracelessly. Should really hang that. Wring it well. Why am- Something’s spilling. Filling. Cracks I cleaned out of Eating Words. -Neru A bit too much ruins the taste. Practice hasn’t stayed the haste- … More One Splat Too Much
Dull Throb of Echo
March 14, 2021
Sometimes I listen back to myself. On sent messages. I don’t know what I sound like in real time. I feel as if my ears are going. Lived too much life. I guess. I forget what I say. As easily as breathing. Once loosed from lips thoughts never return. They hover momentarily. As I look … More Dull Throb of Echo
Dreaming in Gouache: Rustle
March 7, 2021
In Rushes. Brushes. I dreamt of brushes. I didn’t remember until I picked on up. An old Royal and Langnickel. Frayed and absolutely no use except for mixing. It’s tough but springy in a scrape across the paper sort of way. I should trim away the fray, all they do is run interference anyway. I … More Dreaming in Gouache: Rustle
Re: Jo/Clarity and Conscience
February 28, 2021
On Discord. Made a breakthrough. The names of conscience: Susume and Mae. <Honne to Tatemae This is after considering Jo’s eye design: when do you see gold in the midst of black or just black eyes? <Was listening to Roll the Dice when the names came to me. Kind of in a ‘what I learnt … More Re: Jo/Clarity and Conscience
Shopboy: Pie Iron Pie
February 21, 2021
Hot face, slight grimace Squinty eye, keen nose Turn Cooking breakfast in the fireplace. Shift the coals. (Partner)Right hand running the tabs. Lazy cigarette adding more smoke than (and) ash. Scrawny red, sooty apron Tied tight- stay on. Crow heads, washing up Filling-ed toast washed down with black-black water Sugar isn’t for the likes of … More Shopboy: Pie Iron Pie
