Tuesday, January 15, 2013

In Odd We Trust

 It's all in your head.

 It's not all heavy stuff in here you know.
 Cry your eyes out.
 Using up my markers.
 You know that feeling when something just tugs at your heart?
 Businessmen are snakes.
 The monsters are sometimes literally in the pages.
 A night at sea.
 This guy always comes back into the sketchbook, and he only gets weirder.
 Pulling the strings.
The same fella from the window. He shows up any time I wreck the page by pressing too hard on the previous one.

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