September 26, 2007

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Posted by dean at 11:54 PM

Why Was It Tragic When The Clothes Shop Exploded?

All the casual tees.

Posted by dean at 11:37 PM

September 24, 2007

I've Smashed The Shit Out Of My Phone And Ruined Someone's Life.

People hate me simply because I don't love someone anymore.

I've become incredibly angry, ugly, and violent.

Oh god.

- Nick Southall, October 10th, 2003

Posted by dean at 01:29 AM

September 23, 2007

I Walked On A Perfect Circle Of Very Long And Green Grass.

A black rubber tire fell to the ground -- hissed.

What day was it again?

I looked up and the sky was, at least for the first time, gone.

Posted by dean at 04:32 AM

September 18, 2007

"Movies Are Usually Best Remembered For Their Stories, Books For Their Characters, And, I'd Argue, That Comics Is The Medium Of Ideas."

People who haven't read comics aren't as prepared to deal with odd ideas.

The thing that the best comics, and even the bad ones, do is engage with ideas and craziness in a world that's run more by imagination than the limits of reality. I've been reading the Kirby's Fourth World Omnibus and loving it because even though there's some clunky dialogue, every page has some crazy concept and each issue a series of mind blowing set pieces that just put a smile on your face for their sheer insanity. What Kirby has done in that book is immerse himself in a very different reality from our own, and by writing the crazy stuff as normal, he forces us, reading from our regular reality, to stretch our minds and move into this new world.

It was more than just an adventure story, it was a concentrated assault of ideas that possessed my brain and forced me to think in new and different ways.
Thoughts On Stuff

Posted by dean at 06:58 PM

September 15, 2007

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September 13, 2007

Htlif, Page 115.

Silence is golden and sometimes you have to struggle to control it.

Posted by dean at 08:54 PM

September 12, 2007

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September 10, 2007

Htlif, Page 74.

Bushes. Thick black bushes. Chewed lips from Amsterdam. If I had a hammer. Hammer house of horror.

Posted by dean at 01:03 AM

September 08, 2007

All-Grey And Nowhere Good To Go.

Riding on a bicycle, I caught my reflection on the window of a passing car.

I saw a small boy with a big, puffed jacket and half his head missing.

Posted by dean at 08:59 PM

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