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A Quick Breakfast


I was really tired when I wrote these!



I want an egg sandwich.
These things make themselves
If you’ve lost enough sleep
You can watch them
Make themselves
Life is easier when your breakfast is sentient
And ambulatory
As long as its attitude toward being eaten
Is positive.
A positive attitude
Can really make or break
A good breakfast.
Don’t break my breakfast
By giving it existential dread
Don’t let it start enjoying the real world
Or fearing death
Because soon
I must eat it
And I hate having to catch my own breakfast.
Swifter than a deer
So does the yolk in my egg sandwich run.



A second attempt:


Every morning
I must catch my own breakfast
The eggs are runny
The bacon is cooking fast
And these quickbreads won’t get away from me anytime soon.
But they’re going to have to get up earlier than that in the morning!














Then Again, Maybe Not

Writing about a friend…



I like the way

You coil in my bathtub

I like the way your smooth folds beckon

I like your scales

I like your pointed tail

I like your magma eyes

I like you

You are attractive

And I like what you are holding in your open palm

A gift for me.

Is that an apple?

Or is it

An awkward cousin crush?


















Inktober – On Time p5

Well, I’m learning some of my strengths and weaknesses in comic drawing. It’s difficult for me to think visually!

I like my pacing and plot and expressions. Lettering might be my favorite part next to the script. Panel layout is… Functional. Art is usually passable. World building is shit.  Comparable strengths and weaknesses to my written stories, now that I think about it.  But visual consistency? Nonexistent! Haha, he’s crossing a completely different street today, and he must have carpal tunnel bad because he keeps switching his briefcase from hand to hand. I accidentally put a jacket on him this page, fortunately it worked with the timing, though it was warm enough for him to wear just a polo yesterday…

Oh well. It’s my first multi-page comic. I’m cutting myself a lot of slack. Trying to force consistency breaks my brain and makes it not fun anymore. Right now I’m just happy to be telling a story.

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