"OMG WTF BBQ 11!!!"

"In Dreams.."

"Interlude 1"

Update.

While I am setting up my www.comicgenesis.com site, I will be on haitus, and then, probably, freezing this blog unless the CG fellas don't want my work at sometime in the future. This will become the backup resource to display my works :P

I am moving to ComicGenesis due to the fact that webcomics there get a higher traffic throughput, advertise eachother and are generally for more serious-minded webcomic artists and writers. Seeing as I eventually wish to see myself getting published with this comics (YES I will be rehashing alot of my work), this seems to me to be the best avenue of pursuit for this ambition.

When it is ready, the address for my Comic will be http://CestReal.comicgenesis.com.

"Notepad Epilogue Fractal..?"

"A Haunting Dilemma."

"Lollipops!"

"The latest in-Convenience"

"Yeah, they exist."

"Duck Pond."

"Skydivers have a lot of nerve.."

"Fridge Magnets.."

Punk attitude, bitches.

"It was a beautiful vision.."

"Grasp the Nettle.."

"Pepper."

"This Turkey."

"Dream-Journal"

"I fed a Hummingbird a Macciato"

Greetings budweiser the chocolate hong gong kong woodle pood

So I was walking down my home street in Plymouth the other week when I happened upon a can. This was a "Coca Cola" can, apparently empty, but with strings in multitudinous array spouting from it's drink-HOLE..
Why was it there, alone in the abandoned building site periphery?
Was it a statement? An indictment of the corporate entity as legal and ethical ambiguity? To whit: We opened a can of worms/strings and loose ends that leave us at a loss?
Or was it, just a way of drawing straws, the longest string, the losing one, being most soaked in the liquid filled with chemicals humans could never truly ingest.
Surely sugar and caffeine has better forms, I shake my head.
A bottle, fitted snugly into a hole in a wall, so snugly it seems like it belongs there. "Part of the brick work", of the fabric of society. Materialism has become a feedback loop that spans the world and we're all slowly become one culture. "Budweiser", in Plymouth imported beer for the students and workers and dossers. Convenience gone mad so that one tired person fits a piece of glass in where it seems to fit so well rather than find litter bin. Too tired, too intoxicated but to follow the subliminal whim of what we might call kismet..
I like spongecake, do you?
love you!