Tuesday, April 5, 2005
> comics are good for you = the writers
3o’clock on a rainy lazy Saturday afternoon, barely lucid from an all-nighter tail-end of a 2day-diahorrea-bad-trip, legs wobbly and chocolate starfish turning rancid-red I plonk myself upon my crusty bed and wade thru the stacks of brilliant comics I have been cataloging the past few days and begun yet again another lonely but eventful night of disappearing into my drug: comics. Wonderful
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