Showing posts with label patrick brennan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label patrick brennan. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

the dead

given the amount of personal tragedy ive had on couches youd think that id have learned to avoid them by now.

i was reminded of something i wrote a long time ago.

okay here it is...

i said,

"its not like im dying."

but i am.

and i realize that its the first time ive lied to her.

Monday, July 2, 2007

Holes and other superficialities

i drew this last night without even realizing it. i was watching memento on the couch in the living room and i looked down and there it was.

next to it i had written:

i an
a useless shell
a ghost
a shadow
a memory of who i was

a small collection of pieces that i havent given away.



which reminded me of this one i drew on muni one night on my way home from school.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

IFN: What are you afraid of?

in a word: women.

i have yet to meet one that hasnt hurt me.

and yet

they are my weakness as well.


just because they can scare the hell out of me doesnt keep me from falling for them.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

late, special moustache.

okay i spent way too much time with this one.

between all thats going on in my life, the new job and all that crap (read: excuses) i almost didnt finish it.

originally i wanted to do this as a three piece comic, i still might as its a funny memory, but in case i dont ill give you all the background.

early in my college days i befriended this really awesome person, she was wild artsy and, well, everything that i could have ever asked for in a friend.

she had no inhibitions and would always say things that would throw people off just for the fun of it.

she also was into body mods and was a bit flaky, always tattooing, piercing and re-piercing etc...

she also like to dye her pubic hair at times.

and she loved showing these mods off.

so anyway one day we were walking to a cafe to get coffee and the whole "my inability to grow consistent facial hair (to this day still thin an patchy)" when she stopped right there on market street and said.

hah, even i have a moustache.

i looked at her nopt knowing what the hell she was talking about and as i stood there she pulled up her shirt and opened her button flys.

lo and behold. she had a little himmler moustache.


just not over the lips i expected.

Thursday, June 7, 2007

I think we're alone now.,

Publish Posti know that im alone now, there never was any doubt.

everything fails, love, friends, life itself.


im okay with that though.

IFN: I think we're alone now.