Yes, yes I do

While the bitter winds blow

I hate being called "The Gays"

Playing Catch-Up (it must have been a dream or something else)

This will be the first thing I have ever written for this blog. At these defining moments of public announcements one should usually have something deep and meaningful. Oh, the power of the internet. The first myspace post was epic and now forgotten, tweets have run dry, and facebook has a movie. Well, blogspot, here we go:

It is almost 4am. After reading Waiting for Godot for the first time I understood god. After re-reading Cat's Cradle for the x-time, I understand humans. And I will re-read The Unbearable Lightness of Being for the XX-time, thus understand myself. "Are you a Tereza or Sabina?" As a college student, this is what I have time to think about. Oh, and the Voynich MS. If I do not make comics, I want to solve that mystery. Well, some dude already pegged the Book of Kells.

ramblerambleramble.

Void, I miss you. So, I have the Walkmen. Music tells me how to feel. More art soon.

As bad as it seems, you're turning blue in my dreams

Wise Words, My Friend