Us vs. Them

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All the casual tees.

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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

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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.

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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

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

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

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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.

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