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Losing David Tennant is hard enough, but the wait to see what happens next is a lot like going to the dentist. I keep forgetting how far away the next special is and looking it up, only to have my hopes crushed.

The good news is, reruns on sci-fi have almost quieted my righteous hunger for more Doctor Who.

But only almost.

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Then I realized how big 18x24 is.

So...

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Lately i've remedied the fun part by just drawing for me, but reality seems content to remind me i'm not a fictional character based on a real one. It seems to be saying, "Hey, you hit 21 and you really can't play kiddy games now."

I changed my major to psychology on a whim out of a mix of desperation and sadness at the slow decline into status quo living.

It isn't even that i haven't felt creative, I just feel a bit hollow and sad. It's like for 20 years you ride a bus towards a destination being hyped and given fanciful description, all the while noting how dull the trip there is and how all you see is desert and tumbleweed.

Then of course, you arrive and you just ask yourself where it all went.

Being an existential person makes the all very offensive to me. Believing in things like human will power and celebrating concepts derived from Alchemy and Shamanism makes this out to be the worst experience of my life to date. I'm considering going back on medications for my temperament. When I got off them (diagnosed bi-polar) i felt liberated and better and happier but now it's just this dull and sedated landscape, ala my bus ride, but worse because i'm stranded standing still in it.

Cadillac Michigan is falling slowly into the dumpster on the money side of things, i'm 21 and live my mother because I can't force myself to care about a job and all I can do is bitch on the internet because it's a black hole for gravity.

And then the irony that as a deviant for 6 six years and had only a small following of friends and fans, a minute population of people who could help me pull through this will even see this.

And most of them, if seeing it, would repeat the advice i often fail to take from myself:

Get the f**k over it and try again.

Who knows. Maybe I will. I might scan some older sketches to get my brain back in order. I have 3 years of sketchbooks from college I was never up to scanning.

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The story is such a mess and the acting is so universally bad that none of the stuff you might enjoy besides will even phase you.

If Watchmen was an example of almost panel for panel accuracy in a comic adaptation, this is pretty much the opposing end of the spectrum.

Remember Batman and Robin? The movie that put the nail in the batman film franchise for years?

Yup. This will do that for Dragonball.

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My only critique is the sound track which made the movie feel a bit too surreal for me.

Oh and the sex scene in the ship. That felt a little excessive.

Other than that, home run.

The sound of movie goers exiting the theater baffling and pissed was worth admission alone.

Non comic fans, I imagine, just didn't get it.

Not because it's so smart, but it's a bit dense when compressed into three hours.

Man, happy customer.

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"And you tell me you read all of this on the internet." Words from thousands of years ago are spinning in his head, sounds of the Always Now rushing over him and through him, syncing up with the spin resonance of his very being, changing how all of it works as all of it changes how it works.

See, this is the problem, he thinks to himself, with Time Traveling Super Thoughts. They just don't make sense when you write them down.

It was pretty dumb of you to assume the UFO only traveled through space. It was also pretty silly to assume it was an alien air craft. It was here the entire time.

Well, stupid is pretty stupid. I mean, how fair is it to assume you could have known? FORCES WORK AGAINST THOSE WHO WISH TO SEE.

They now own your dreams. You can't help but indulge their thought factories.

They beam them into your head every day with hypnotic suggestion and super psychology. Trigger symbols and shapes, members of the new alphabet.

Two golden arches ornamenting a red sign, a white swoosh moving through a black abyss, the ever changing but always classic white on red of the coca cola!

The new alphabets of man, the new languages of commerce.

What does this have to do with finding it all on the internet and a dry witted observer to the abduction event? Good question. The metaphysics of it all, spell check and the power of retrospective creative realignment (see how i make shit up so easily?) grant me the ability to tie entirely unrelated bull shit ideas I likely robbed from someone else together to craft a horribly structured story with no hope of appeal to reason or logic.

See how hard that sentence was to read? Chances are I'm attempting amateur hypnosis. Or the reverse engineering of the same thing.

Let me tell you this.

The UFO is a part of the Holographic theory. The implicate order.

It's a part of Native American mythology. A part of the Aztec's and their insane and morbid pantheon of Gods.

It's part of the modern shift in consciousness and all of this noise you hear about 2012, garbled up and reread all wrong for an audience seeking disaster to sate a hunger for finality.

Let me tell you you are looking in the wrong places.

Let me spare you my pretension then, if it is so hard to swallow, and tell you to hit that X in the corner, because it's to much to hear someone try to be clever or inventive or different or maybe just smart.

Let me tell you I could be mad. I could be a fool. But all brilliance sits on the border, neighboring both. How easy would it be to mistake it and would any of the 3 care to find out they we're the neighbor and not the self they assumed?

Above him he feels the shaking. Above, always above, and why? It's clearly some aspect of the Organ between our ears that we so rarely understand. ABOVE US IS THE UFO.

ABOVE ME IS GOD.

ABOVE US ARE ANGELS WHO HAVE CARRIED IN THEIR ARMS A MESSAGE FOR MAN SENT FROM GOD.

MERCURY IS DESCENDING, WINGED FEET, DIVINE MESSENGER AND DOCTOR FROM THE SKY.

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW.

What do these things mean?

Inside you it shakes as well. This is not just above. You are tuning in, broadcasting and receiving incalculable data, impossible quantities of, well, everything.

Have you felt it yet? The shaking? Some feel it first within the skull, a building pressure that at one point WILL BURST. They hear the sounds beneath the sounds and the normal things they took for granted become lifeless as they lose the ability to tune into conventional reality.

Sight becomes unreliable as they begin to experience THE INVISIBLE LANDSCAPE, and see the things that inspired our ancestors.

It becomes clear what role darkness and eventually fire played in our understanding of the universe. THERE WAS THE NIGHT WHICH WAS FOREVER, AND THEN AT ONCE FLAME WHICH SHATTERED TIME.

You think our world of color and sound is psychedelic? Imagine a world without, where only the whims of fleeting thoughts and impossible dreams allowed survival through the long night.

Imagine a world without a clock to assure you things still worked as we expect.

"Yes. The internet. It was easy. You can buy them. It's just plants. Plant life. The shit is in us anyway. It occurs in every natural form of life on the Earth. Why would it? Why is it illegal? I don't get it. But it's easy. So easy."

"You don't think, for a moment, that this might be a scam?"

"Only one way to k...

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Can't fully explain it but i'm sure working on a theory or billion.

Check it out!

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And that sounds stupid. The outside! What does that even mean? And i can be mildly (or very) drunk. I can contemplate strange echoes on the periphery of my consciousness (like N space, DMT, the number 302, the falsification of actuality...), but what is the one thing I can't seem to do?

"He's vibrating..." they said. Or did they? Linear breakdown. This is the problem.

Vibrating, oscillating, different frequencies and apparent manifestations. Does everybody experiencing an altered state sound so confusing? Am i, really, all that confusing? Or maybe this is more coherent than the things I think and feel when in a condition likened to being "normal" or "ordinary". My background noise has ended and all I can think back to is what I said. What I told them about the recording, the council...

What I said regarding Dog and Human think. How a dog, for a moment, exposed to the processes of Human think would then remember, think back, and shape their every moment and contemplation around those few fleeting seconds of Human Think.

And how that is how I feel. A dog exposed to Human Think.

This is the problem. I can make magic shapes and talk about quantum ideas and H bars all I want... what is the one thing I can not do?

He asked me what I meant, and of course he would. This person thinks kinship, friendship, knowing, feeling, being, is worth contemplating and tolerating the impossibility and absurdity of a person who has grown far to fond of the impossibly immaterial.

Did that make sense? Is it being drunk? Is it poetry? Do other drunks feel the feelings I think I think?

Or is alcohol not the great stagnation we often liken it to? Is it but a lubrication for rusty thought process?

Anything dangerous can be powerfully useful in the right context and in the right hands. Is that the case, or am i just drunk on Christmas?

The eve after.

I told him much. I'm sure I did, as the after effects, the echoes of a magic shape imprinted on the fringe of consciousness began to take root, and take effect. It all works so strangely, doesn't it? The power, the majesty, the simplicity of obvious reality!

And it's all just big words for "little notions" wrapped around encounters with big ideas.

See, the condensation became evident. The nature of matter is really nothing special, it's just a kind of condensation around a subtle reality. This is the current inclination, the current intrigue, the current process my mind seems stuck trying to actualize.

Imagine! Reality is not what we think. It has a kind of complexity and simplicity we could only wish to have. A kind of strength and reason we would both envy and scoff at as we see the ludicrousness of how it all functions.

Spell check can make a drunk sound smart. Big ideas can make a genius sound insane.

Am I any of the above? How does it all fit? What is the one thing I can not do?

It would have to be "one". One is so much easier than "many" or "all" or "some". One is much more elegant than waking up four or seven times to urinate because prior to sleep you got wasted.

And yet it all evaporates, like the Ben Folds song. All of it. It acts like CONDENSATION, materializing around the Real Nature that exists beneath the actualized surface.

These words are so easy to make. It's all so easy to explain, when so few even read this far. This is the nature of poetry.

We can express an idea, a feeling, a thought. We can type it out, for our selves, for others, for all... but the nature of quantity and quality always interferes with the real purpose of the poem.

What is that purpose?! What is the one thing I can not do?!

This is the excitement. This is the point, just prior to orgasm, that all feel as everything that has spiraled around them makes itself evident, as all absurdity becomes not laughable but understandable, and all rationale becomes not obvious but simply stupid.

The moment between here and now, where Magic Shapes make as much sense as a mathematical equation, and every little stupid thing you thought or felt through the duration of the condensation begins to become apparent as an actualized facet of a more striking truth.

The honesty beneath Gross matter! The confusion of a Subtle Reality!

I can say it all. I can type words that sound drunk or brilliant. I can create things based on perspective, or The Grids, or the Fractal Ghosts. I can tell you all I want and tell you nothing at once, and every... ]]> ~neogen10 http://neogen10.deviantart.com/journal/21822240/ http://neogen10.deviantart.com/journal/21822240/ Thu, 04 Dec 2008 19:50:55 PST
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But it's just a car on a hill and you're trying to damn hard to think about it. Two young men sit on the hood, relaxed like family on holiday, like lovers on ecstasy just before the climatic embrace. An embrace fueled by chemicals that could never have consequence. But is it any different from being sober?

And you? You're still thinking to hard about it.

"God, man! Remember Middle School? Remembering being atheists before the rest of the cattle understood what it even meant to have a God? We thought ourselves so fucking smart!"

"We were. We were fucking brilliant, for ten year olds."

"And look at me now. All spirituality and expression and love and idea. How smart could I have been if it was just a phase?"

"And this is any different? Atheism, spiritualism, mysticism, being stoned... phases in behavior trying to express what you are."

"This feels weird. What did we smoke?"

"What did you smoke? It always feels weird. You're high. What did you expect?"

"I don't know. I... ah... it..." The pause feels off, doesn't it? The structure doesn't look right. The author is an amateur. Or is this just you, being an amateur with imagination? To think you still use words. But so does he, doesn't he?

"I think we need to stop this. We need to stop getting high. I need to stop popping pills to slow the world down. I need to stop staying up late and forgetting my girl falls asleep, culminating with me jerking off in the bathroom scared and ashamed but none the less indulging in my perversion. What kind of man fucks himself when he could just wake up the woman he thinks he loves...?"

"Maybe you're being generous. She's asleep, isn't she? Why wake her up at all, just so you can orgasm and she can pass out unfulfilled? Honesty stings so much, when attached to human gluttony and sentiment."

"I... Why can we articulate ourselves so well when we're stoned? Everyone else sounds so dull."

"And I'm sure if we we're outside looking in it would all be slurred words and giggling and incomprehensible chatter about doritos. Even clay, old friend. Even clay."

"No. This is profound. I can feel it. Everything is all big and cartoony and slowed down and detached... but I'm not an idiot. I don't just become an idiot when I get high. How does that even work?"

"The brain becomes dull, little man. But you aren't your brain. When we get in this car, it's parts might process the data, and it's armored shell might appear to be moving through the world, but something is still sending a need to that brain, something still compels it. We aren't the car. Pollute it's fuel, remove it's fuel, run it's fuel dry, and the car works wrong. We smoked some weed. Our brain's gasoline is wearing thin, traded for a weaker chemical because it makes the car feel removed."

"You... you messed up your... analogy? Why can't I remember why we drove here? Heh... it reminds me of class. I hate college."

"Why? You aren't going to go on another silly spiel about that philosophy course of yours, are you? How they all seem so afraid to think differently, to embrace new ideas, and yet there you are, pissed and offended and upset about their view on life. Whose the bad guy?!"

"I... no. I'm right. I have to be. It's okay to feel..." And here the tears are falling fast like water from the faucet, and you think it's wrong and gross and disgusting and perverse and you? You're just a coward who has a menstruating soul that can't seem to slow the bleed. You really want to cry. You're just jealous. Yeah... jealous. Comfort works both ways.

"I'm right because I must be. I feel far to right when I'm sober to be wrong. I can see the undercurrent, the superstructure, the syncronicity. I'm right. I have to be."

"And that's cute as hell that you keep trying to comfort yourself. You get mad at the infants trying to play at existentialism, and yet you? You're a pubescent, poorly disciplined, slothly prick playing at humanism. You constantly talk about how no one is right and no one can be wrong, and there you sit sandwiched between your lover and your rapist, Ignorance and Complacency!"

"I... I hate college. I'm finally done being the smart kid in the special class and suddenly I have to accept I'm the retard who got tested wrong, placed in advanced psychophysics."

"You'd have to be retarded to say words like psychophysics. You'd have to be retarded to wake up in the morning, see the world, see your self, know the truth... and not slit your wrists." The structure is scre... ]]> ~neogen10 http://neogen10.deviantart.com/journal/21257458/ http://neogen10.deviantart.com/journal/21257458/ Fri, 31 Oct 2008 23:49:44 PDT
We will not sit idly by. Our complacency has now reached a conclusion. Revolution is only a fragment of what we set out to do. The war is being fought

already, on multiple fronts, multiple armies.

This is Universal Consciousness War Infinity. It has always been. It always will be. We have already won.

We do not ask submission. We do not ask slavery. We invite innovation. We implore the disheartened, the lonely, the weak! Speak! You will change it all.

A Holographic Universe. Our single changes are reflected infinitely throughout the structure! Change your mind! It changes it all! Fate and free will are the same thing.

Nothing is in stone. Everything is in stone. The Quantum theory is NOT enough!

We are terrorists on the human consciousness! We are the antibody in the universal blood stream, fighting the ultimate disease, that of ignorance!

Our numbers are growing. The artists, the poets, the occultists, the scientists, the philosophers, the religious leaders!

We are they, they are we, and none of us are them. Shapes will not do in the new world. Things will become malleable, change instantaneous, and all notions of quantity and quality, of value and difference, will vanish from the spectrum of human thought.

We will finally be what we always have been, a universal consciousness manifesting in various points, revealing the inner complexity of the cosmos in the most profound simplicity imaginable. As above, so Below!

We invoke the old ways! We invite the new ways! We embrace the collaboration! We embrace the downfall of all old and new forms of thought and structure!

This is ground zero. Reality is our battleground, and thinking is our war. We are all of us soldiers, waiting for the war to end.

Peace is simply awareness.

This is BEYOND politics! We are ABOVE order and chaos! This is not science, this is not religion, this is the start of the Next Phase.

Science will not be enough. No atheist will be safe. No man of God will feel comfort. All will be questioned, all will be challenged. We shall be given the ultimate tool to The Great Work. This tool is awareness, and it's function is Infinity.

Embrace old symbols. Embrace new symbols. Forget ALL symbols. Shapes are not enough.

This is a spell. This is a declaration. This is a warning. A treaty. A broadcast.

This is an S.O.S., broadcast from the desperate corners of our inner selves! Take notice, take heed, and stop sleeping! Stop waiting for someone else to present to you a better way! It is WITHIN you, and within us all. It will take both no-one and every-one to save this thing we call humanity!

Note that the world is just electrical interpretation occurring within a meek and simple organ, an illusion cast by a hermetically sealed mass!

The whole is perfectly reflected within it's parts. One change infinitely expands throughout the entire structure.

Observe the True Nature. The Final Question, given the First Answer.

These thoughts are not my own! I am not a single thing, individuality is a character in a cosmic sitcom, and it is time to acknowledge what "individual" and "unified" mean! Time to realize, both are relevant! Fate and Free will do not contradict, they intertwine! The ouroboros, the yin yang, Ida and Pingala!

Embrace the old, the new, the unknown, the entirety! Imagine new God's, new symbols, new structures! Imagine them so that you can discard them, and realize there is a universal structure, out of our reach because we deem it so! There is a "true" state of things!

This is a war we fight, and we all feel alone. All of us, afraid, frightened, cowering and weak! Those enlightened few grow in number every day, as every dull thinker realizes that they we're brilliant the entire time. Even clay will stand in Our New World as pristine and amazing figures, for even pristine will no longer be a concept. Concepts will be irrelevant in this new place.

This does not remove your purpose. This does not destroy the meaning. You are not irrelevant, you are a reflection! The will of the True State is obvious within us all! These words don't even remotely capture the impossibility, the power, the range of majesity within the Ultimate!

This is not science fiction. This is not Hollywood imaginings, or new age trash to be forgotten as soon as you see it.

Most of the status quo don't even know what their symbols mean! Who amongst you can acknowledge the truth of the cross, the swastika, the pentacle? ~neogen10 http://neogen10.deviantart.com/journal/21114282/ http://neogen10.deviantart.com/journal/21114282/ Wed, 22 Oct 2008 17:05:25 PDT
Stuff soon. This time it's true.

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Final crisis #4 is amazing, and for many people is the likely turning point of this publication: If you we're on the fence or weren't already having a blast: This is the mind changer for many of you.

Even with news of JG Jones not finishing the series out with #7, the issue reads true, and thats with the hybrid artwork of Jones and Pacheco this issue.

Also check out the Submit one shot, which was an incredibly informative and intriguing prequel to #4.

Why #4 was good:
The human condition, told in Morrison's exciting and existential way.
The Flash family, and why it kicks ass.
Green Arrow, and the way his monthly comic should be every single issue.
Why Mr. Miracle is cool, in one massive anticlimax.
The nagging question of the Ultramarines, which i have a feeling will get some exposition and explanation even before the next issue.
The Marvel family + Black Adam
Oh, and the world in ruins as the Multiverse is raped by the will of a really grumpy New God.
Oh, and the flash family. And why it kicks ass.

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I'm getting wierd client crashes whenever i attempt a file save. Well, not whenever, just almost every time. Then i can't end the file process (photoshop) even with task manager power.

So we'll see. Trying to troubleshoot it. Two hours of losing work sucks.

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Smallville season open was actually pretty good, not a bad start.

Just read The Invisibles #10.

My new favorite single issue ever.

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And oh, the crazyness that shall commence once i get the new laptop functional!

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Other stuff as well, more Jesus and Me, etc.

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So expect 2 pages soon.

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Labyrinth: time passes fast

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tired as hell. wierd convo running with dustin.

Brain needs slowing.

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We'll see.

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3 pages needing uploading.

Be seeing you soon, hopefully tomorrow.

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Gunna at least get some layouts and such done.

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Up next: What the fuck is a noxious vibration?

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smell of morning dew, fresh early air triggering memory:

Kid, youth, wal-mart? meijer? k-mart? Store.

Toys.

Flintstones movie. First one, first live action one.

Remember toy vehicle. Cartoons made real.



Sometimes weird things pop into our minds at strange moments.

Fred dissecting Angel on TV.

Hottest nerdy girl with a boy name ever in sci-fi/horror/whatever.

Back to work. Almost done.

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Need to finish colors.

Watching Angel season 5 in the BG.

Late nights. Mm

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Page 5 sometime later tonight (technically in the morning)

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But it'll be up prolly by 5-8 am.

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But im proud of myself. Im balancing this project and my recreation life.

All i did was remove sleep. Kind of.

I'll prolly collapse eventually. I might keep journaling to keep my thoughts from pushing me over a bridge, they tend to accumulate to much when im unable to sleep; to much activity at once. Ben 10 is on my TV muted. I wish i had a brain that could process 3 distinct groups of sound. Id play Mp3's, listed to a movie and watch a cartoon while i work.

8:42 AM. Stil lawake.

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It's wierd. I find myself packing MORE into these pages then i would with larger ones, which youd think would be the opposite. Pages 1 and 2 were about what i would've done in the larger format, though i put a LOT more dialogue in there on page 2 than i would have. I dont know. We'll see how it goes. I think really i just dont want to linger with the story itself. I think the sequence (first one) worked as 4 pages or so in a larger form, but something about this format feels more concise and immediate. We'll see.

GOOD THINGS: Buffy: Once more with feeling...

which i wouldn't be listening to if not for BETTER THINGS:

Dr. Horrible.

EVEN BETTER THINGS:
Dark Knight.
Watchmen trailer.
Insomnia.
Beer.

And time elapsing fast, but in a positive way.

Wierd.

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maybe it's because of the sunspots. Solar cycle 24 starting up recently corresponds pretty well with soem of the wierdness ive experienced lately.

Im aware of my hefty typos. Im exhausted and dont care at the moment.

Be seeing you soon

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Im going again tomorrow and monday. Not kidding. It's worth it.

My life is over after seeing this movie. So good. I cant even fucking think.

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I feel underwhelmed of late by the interactions i've found on DA. I'm not looking for an abundance of praise or critique, just a feeling of community.

And lately DA feels like a categorized photo dump.

Maybe i'm just bored of the place, but it certainly isn't what it used to be. Maybe it's time to try somewhere new...

That said, i'll still be here either way, but it sure would be nice to get into a community where i actually feel like people are trying to interact.

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I haven't felt good lately. Struggling to find a job, some school troubles, life in general. The next page has been slowly finishing itself and I have to say, it looks horrible. My mood totally brought this one down. There are pieces I like, but I tried some new things with traditional medium and it just came out horrible. I might redo it. I dont know.

As for when i'll be back to normal; based on past experience it could be a few months.

I hate summer.

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Updates inc.

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Second: Reruns suck.

Third: Life being unpredictable is more annoying than it is exciting.

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Did something the other day i prolly wont scan simply out of lazyness. Was for practice anyway.

Next page is penciled, it just took a back seat while i got some other stuff done.

I did another Jesus and Me a looong time ago that I never finished just because I didn't feel like it was right to move from that last one to pure sillyness. I had another, "smooth transition", that i'll probably eventually do instead.

But before I move away from the serious i have one more abysmal and dark strip to submit. I'm not sure how active that project will remain, I like it and feel it has room for growth, but it being summer, and having worked on it for the last 2 years, I just don't feel like spreading his (my) gospel.

The next one has no Jesus or Me in it, if I do it. It's wierd and sad and kind of cool.

We'll see what happens.

Meanwhile, Skyman continues. Probably the next page tonight.

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(See; understatement)

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Page 2 forthcoming.

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Now lets see if i can keep myself going...!

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Those that like my stories should enjoy this one. It's definitely gunna be a challenge. The length should be at least twice the first chapter (24 pages).

Just wrote it all up. Time to break it down and draw it out. Later folks, see you soon.

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But seriously, my inactivity will continue. I'll still post stuff here, but those wondering why it's so rare, it's because the site just isn't what it was. That, and i'm pretty lazy.

Anyway, remember last summer, I did that Sinestro Corps image?

Final Crisis is getting a similar treatment.

So expect to see progressive updates in relation to it.

Here are some of the lines from DC Universe 0 i plan to center the image around. That said, only one of these sets is gunna get used to frame the image, but i could picture doing all 3 if i found the time. I especially like the idea of a Libra image about the Society.

But #3 and a bit of 2 are what i'm thinking.

"There is a new god in whose name the bad men can offer up their prayers and HE WILL ANSWER! And here is HIS book! And I am the prophet of his new age! Here is the great news"

Libra.

"I'm the only one who knows there was a war in heaven. And evil won."

Darkseid.

"The multiverse takes a single breath... like a runner poised on the line... and it's my breath. There is a sound. A sound like the crack of doom. Like a starter's pistol... and this is me. And now i remember."

You know who.

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Who do you think you are?
You can't do that.

I can.

Vigilante justice...

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As Will put it, a new tone has been established. A new journey embarked. Jesus and Me has the potential to not only be funny but become a multifaceted exploration of the human condition. We laugh in the real world. We feel sad. And I want to show that. I don't just want to poke fun at politics, religion, etc.

So i greatly appreciate everything everyone has done for me. You've all helped make this what it is, and kept me going even when I didn't think this tiny little strip was worth the trouble.

I'll be moving the strip to the interwebs soon, the web page is in development and the strip WILL continue, in some form or another.

So to those who enjoyed my work over the past two years, and those who didn't but had the decency to be respectful about it, thank you. More coming soon.

See you in the funny pages.

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Sorry, won't make sense to anyone. Didn't wanna forget a dream I had and needed to make a quick note where I wont lose it.

Thrash Unreal is a good song...

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