if i never sleep i can never die,
whispers the part of me that takes over when I’m broken and alone. Eyes like an animal’s, heart pumping seratonin instead of proper aeration, not that I give a damn. Tremble like a leaf on a hot summer wind, dropped from the host with no reason to land. Pain is a thing of the past; society has moved on, or I have at least, and what matters but euphoria? How can you feel bad with powdered and scheduled joy in your gut, how can you ever want to come down? Questions are the default and suddenly I don’t even care for answers, because when I use I am untouchable and deadly. Femme? No, but fatale for sure, a hazard to myself and others, a honey trap that doesn’t even bother hiding. I will impale myself on whatever the hell i want, thanks; it’s a free country (says you anyway; i don’t believe it for a second but who doesn’t like to turn arguments on their head?) and my head is a fucking pantheon. My mind is lightning and thunder, my bones are carbon and steel, alloyed lovingly with spider silk. My heart is my temple, come and worship, come and drink my kool-aid. Fire is the force that lifted us from primordial ooze, and fire is what courses through me when I whisper in your ear, too fucking late to save me. Too late to be disappointed babe, I’m in the fucking zone—or is the zone in me? I’m a deity. Sixty now, but eighty tomorrow, or more? Milligrams of nectar and ambrosia replace the cheap gas station lighters, replace any food i thought I needed—life is overrated, anyway. People exist to transform—chemical and physical reactions? I missed that unit, darling, let’s study your notes, between sheets (of paper? ha) and secrets we’ll learn enough to pass each other’s final, oh, but not enough to get the hell out. Get out of trouble before the frying pan melts into the fire and takes the forest with it.
I will regret this, yes, but they say to not regret what you once wanted. And dear god, have i wanted this.
Several weeks back, I mused on Twitter that I was considering buying $100 of Thor: The Mighty Avenger to give away because I consider it to be one of the stellar examples of what superhero comics could and should be.
And then $100 of books kind of made it into my Amazon cart.
Hi! I’m Zoe and I want to read these because, well, I’ve never really been able to get into anything you might call a superhero comic. I love webcomics, sure, but print stuff has always been either too expensive (the Flight books, for example) or seemed too dumb, gory, sexist etc. for me. However I really enjoy your comics, and I trust your taste! So I figured I’d enter this… i guess you’d call it a giveaway? If I won, I totally promise to make my brother read it, and theoretically my friends, despite their lack of interest in this kind of storytelling, haha. Anyways, thanks so much! I think it’s great that you’re doing this.
I constantly feel like people don’t actually like me or want to spend time with me but do it because they feel guilty or obligated to or something because why would anyone want to be friends with me I just don’t understand
Viewing the world through the senses of those who experience synesthesia, the crossover of sensory experiences.
A truly mind-bending video by futureshorts.