Nothing quite grips the mind with terror like the horror that is unknown to us, the horror that rises just enough to the surface for us to know it is there. Like the shark fin or crocodile eyes, we know something rest beneath the dark waters but its full form eludes us, especially if we only have but moonlight by which to see it. It lurks beneath ( Read more... )

For something to change, all things must change. Though it was Luis Buñuel who seemed to show this best, it was the underlining theme of all the Surrealist movement in film. One cannot simply change a government for a successful revolution; you must also change its people. Through both introspection and juxtaposition of we as humane creatures ( Read more... )

time keeps dritin' by ( Read more... )

this journal has been a strange caricature of my life over its history. I've kept it for a good time, and for the most part its contents are personal and unacessible, and those who read it are people I trust my secrets with. it's a shame I do not write in it more often. so many things have happened in the gaps between, and even I, looking back ( Read more... )

I collapse onto myself ( Read more... )

my thoughts all covered in rain ( Read more... )

The sun cracks over the edge of the horizon as I write this and delirium has well set in. I have been designing/printing/folding/stapling the next issue of Nailed. I am on the final stage now, assembling and stapling, and it reminds me yet again of 24 Hour Comic Day, except stretched over a whole week or so. I was lucky with spring break ridding ( Read more... )

this too will pass.

writing is my greatest passion, and yet seems to be the one thing I am still uncapable of. is it the importance I've attached to it? I have so much to say, so many ideas that run in perfect sequence through my head each day, yet to put it to paper becomes the true disposition. it feels as though my IQ drops every time I attempt to write. all ( Read more... )

so, Nailed seems to have picked up very well. I've been doing a very bad job at getting issues to friends elsewhere, and by bad, I mean I haven't sent any copies off at all. however, around school the project seems to have picked up in a way I never expected. I remember when i put the first issue out (around eight thirty at night) and not a half ( Read more... )