World Cocoon

I’m hoping comic production will be picking up thanks to the false hope given from learning that I stop breathing in my sleep. Apparently sleep apnea (or ‘my gf holding a pillow over my face at night’) can be responsible for a lot of shit, including me being lazy. This gives me new hope and the new phrase ‘i’m not lazy, i’m just fucking tired because I haven’t had a real night’s sleep in ten years”. And i’m sure going to use it.

I could be getting a machine that sticks the oxygen equivalent of a black man’s erect penis down my throat and then expects me to sleep. This excites me somehow in a way I don’t understand. It also freaks me out because if my insane dreams end I do not know what I will do; they’re my main source of entertainment. In fact, i’m kind of worried after using the machine I will end up like desmond in lost; in some strange time travel other place where I will have to go through my life again but without so much of the me that made me me for so much of my me-dom.

But, (blarf, cliche alert) that said (end blarf) I am anxious to get this machine to fix my sleep apnea, which in turn should fix my absent mindedness, high blood pressure, hair loss, snoring, anxiety, teeth decay, penmanship, writer’s block, my sweating out of only one armpit problem, penile squishiness, and should also make that new Ryan Adams metal single sound a little better. So here’s to the future, brother.

you ever drive home with your family and contemplate driving off the road?

here’s a special easter comic for you that has nothing to do with the above and is probably a little inside maybe.

while i work on the first issue (thats right its not a webcomic) of my new comic to be announced futurely, i give you a farewell goodbye tribute salute to shawn michaels, who was one of the greatest of all time and thankfully is retiring before he really embarrasses himself or loses his smile.

or, maybe he will go to TNA or ROH and do some real wrestling while he still can.

so here is shawn michaels, ny gov davey patterson, and a retriever. don’t as me which is which, i can’t see so good anymore.

really tho i wish he would have lasted longer than taker did. oof.