the things I write on napkins when my girlfriend’s not looking
Current mood: awake
Burden isn't a good look - it makes the soul heavy. Reckless. I want to be light. Boundlessly stupid - and awkwardly socially agile as long as I can be.
Free from my father's idea of wisdom, propriety, common sense - and all the other screamed words and phrases of my youth.
Give me the ugliness of real love. Stickiness from the remains of something soul-shaking. Sand ground into my back and the space in-between my toes at the buttcrack of dawn.
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I do not pray for wisdom - or the pity of knowing. Give me blankness and a good fuck. I'll take my beer & Bukowski.
Thank you.
I'll give praise for cigarettes and the blessing of a not-too-hot cup of coffee under a black sky. Moonlight. A good woman's smile on a hot day. A shared bowl of chowder before the main course. Two spoons. Endless clams. We all build our own religions - this is mine.
South Korea 2006 / not for children / ENG SUB In a future where energy is made from fecal matter, the government rewards defecation with "juicybars". Small-time hustlers try to get rich while fending off the mutated Diaper Gang.
"La Llorona" by Marcus White and Ed Tadem is a beautifully illustrated, haunting tale of a ghost crying out for her lost son. Unfortunately, an innocent passerby runs into the maternal spirit and is drawn towards her supernatural weeping.
"The first pages of my little contribution to the massive gi-normous humongoid Pop Gun anthology. Written by Marcus White. Everyone and their grandma is in this 500+ page book, so y'know. Get it or something."
Sunder Raj is the new artist for my OGN (original graphic novel), Wide. Needless to say I'm excited. Watch this blog for future updates on the project's development.
POPGUN, VOL. 1 OGN by MIKE ALLRED, DAVE CROSLAND, ERIK LARSEN, COREY LEWIS, JOSEPH MICHAEL LINSNER, JIM MAHFOOD, KHARY RANDOLPH, JAMIE S. RICH and many more! cover MIKE ALLRED
400 PAGES FC NOVEMBER 21 $29.99
Featuring the work an all-star line-up that includes MIKE ALLRED, ERIK LARSEN, JOSEPH MICHAEL LINSNER, JIM MAHFOOD and more, POPGUN acts as the ultimate graphic mixtape by combining big name creators doing work fans never expected and an array of the industry's rising stars. The anthology crosses the protected borders of every genre, fulfilling the desires of anyone hungry for the pungent taste of creativity.
MIKE ALLRED, CHUCK BB, MIKE BULLOCK, BENITO CERENO, DAVE CROSLAND, TOBY CYPRESS, BRANDON GRAHAM, SHEPHERD HENDRIX, JONATHAN HICKMAN, EVA HOPKINS, JOE KEATINGE, ERIK LARSEN, JASON LATOUR, COREY LEWIS, JOSEPH MICHAEL LINSNER, JIM MAHFOOD, DEREK McCULLOCH, CHRIS MORENO, MORITAT, KHARY RANDOLPH, RICK REMENDER, JAMIE S. RICH, MARK SABLE, TIM SEELEY, M. ZACHARY SHERMAN, MARK ANDREW SMITH, RICHARD STARKINGS, JAMES STOKOE, NICK STAKAL, DOUG WAGNER and more!
The anthology also features "La Llorona," an eight-page short (Written by yours truly, with the art duties being handled by the very talented Ed Tadem.).
angels have legs too/my philsophy on life reduced to prose
I met her somewhere on the road to Georgia three nights ago.
Her hips said hello before she did. Neither of us was going to Georgia. It would be a long drive.
Three days later. I still don't know her name. We communicate with grunts and gestures. This is the way man was meant to be. Somewhere there's a wave calling my name, but I'm waiting for this one to end. They always end.
I point to the glove compartment and eye the bottle of Jack in its center. A nod. It's her turn to drive. We barrel down the highway with me blitzed out of my mind in the backseat, howling at the moon. This is the shorthand of the human spirit.
In the distance I hear the Tallulah singing on its banks. Ella & Duke are playing in my head. It don't mean a thing. From the look in her eyes, she hears it too.
There's an ease between us now that I can't understand. Still no words. We don't need them. I can't stop looking at her legs. She won't stop looking at the road.
In the daylight I can see that she's Jewish. Mazeltov. I think seriously about converting for the next six hours. I am not religious. Neither is she. There's a motel ahead.
I imagine myself between her thighs - my body pressed neatly against hers. There's nothing but sweat between us. I let the scene linger too long in my mind, before I stop myself. She's too young - just a kid, really.
Neither of us has eaten in three days. I feel the liquor burning a hole in my stomach. She has no money. I havetoo much. This will not do.
Apple pie. Coffee. This is road food. She eats an omelet. Vegetarian. She doesn't know how to eat on the road yet. Poor kid. I'll have to show her.
We look suspicious. They try to charge us by the hour. The floor is hard. The sheet is not warm enough. This was not the plan. She snores on the bed. Alone.
The morning comes quickly when you don't close your eyes. I watch. I listen. I let her sleep. The road will come soon enough.
Her name is Shirley. Breakfast was breakfast. I was hung-over. She sat too close and talked too much. We both stayed away from the bacon. This is the way the world works now.
It's been two months now. She was supposed to get off in Vegas. Money is running low. The road is cold, unforgiving.
I lost myself somewhere in Georgia. Found myself in Utah. The mountains spoke and there I was. There she was. We're on our way to becoming an island if time will let us.
At night I hear her whispering. Her lips never move, but she speaks volumes. We'll get married. Raise kids. I'll leave. We'll hate as much as we love. I want it all. Tomorrow will never happen, but I'll be there anyway.
Currently
listening
:
Thickfreakness
By
The Black Keys
Release date: 08 April, 2003
We had trouble. The world was closing in and nothing could stop it. We would have to get real jobs. All of us. It seemed like a long summer was ending. Time to say goodbye.
Oh well. Oh well.
I wondered out loud, is this how dreamers die?
Boris was laughing. He was always laughing then. There were things to laugh about. It seemed that way at least.
He would say later his mind was just trying to catch up. It wouldn't take long.
The gestation period varies. So does the mileage.
Boris is always crying now. I give him my shoulder when I'm not laughing.
You could see the seeds then if you knew where to look, but I didn't. That's just the way I was then.
I miss it.
I miss everything.
The last time I had sex I cried. She was pretty enough, but when she put her arms around me I couldn't stop. She reminded me of my mother. I came three times that day.
I don't know what that means.
When I was a kid I thought I knew everything. Life was waiting for me. That's what I thought.
Ignorance really is its own kind of bliss. I was happy. Free.
I like to pretend now. I play games to pass the time. I count pencils. Spin in my chair. I have an office now. A big one.
There's even a tie on my neck.
I wonder who I am now. I'm not me.
Currently
listening
:
Splinter
By
Sneaker Pimps
Release date: 14 August, 2001
awake
anxious
bored
