Smomics - PJÆK

me!!me!me!!

i lent a book from the library (reaper man by terry p )for the very first time in a long while and immediately after a plum exploded in my bag, some blueberry filled buns from my grandma stained it and at last some Letcho spilled from my container, i swear to god borrowed books attract all jams and lunches in the area

Final for one of my comics class done on black construction paper and drawn with white charcoal pencil ! 

what do you feel today? or i. is it different from yesterday? or the day before? i think i cant hardly tell, day to day, it changes so little but it does change. like hair growing. the ph level of the fluid in the jar they keep me in. just slowly changing, towards something, marinating all the way. the air isnt being violently ripped from my lungs, but there is a slow leak, vacuum rising, unbreathable, undrinkable, inedible, sour, bitter, alkaline. the blood in my body is slowing to a halt, ooze, turning to brine, desiccating my tissues, bursting cell walls, drowning in rancid effluvium. me shaped stain in the bedsheet, and in the chair over there, and you can see the path i take every day over the dead birds and through the dunes of discarded black and mild tips. it was/could have been a palette with every pigment, now all smeared together into just, brownish-greenish-grayish.

RIP, Daniel Johnston (images from Space Ducks: An Infinite Comic Book of Musical Greatness)

In the darkness, there is no other love except you.

Now is forever.

From Robert Crumb's Zap Comix #0; 1967, Apex Oddities.

IDK

I saw you in my dream last night

Another manga doodle by me!

you can read it here This tired lady was drawn extra quickly, a few days before the contest deadline x_x (but it made its way into contest finalist o_o)