A comic about life, love, death, and miscellany, in about three colors.
The greatest trick the devilplayed was convincing theworld he doesn't exist.

Sweetest Perfection

2008-04-04

I clean up well, really I do. But there is something perpetually abnormal about me, apparent to anyone giving me more than a passing glance.

And I don’t mean the tangled hair, gratuitous sideburns, combat boots or wallet chain that I adorn with my yakuza-sleek suit. There is something else, something not quite tangible. It’s almost as if I have an aura of weirdness about me, one that’s existed my entire life.

I get those looks, you know? Those focused looks that say, “I’m onto you! You’re not us!” Even in a suit I can’t help but feel as though at any moment someone will point and howl and I’ll find myself in Invasion of the Body Snatchers.

Not that I feel a particular need to fit in. Fuck you guys. Haha. No, I just want to be able to slip through every once in a while. I just want to be able to sneak into a wedding for the free drinks. I want to be able to sneak into a bank to open an account. I want to be able to sneak into a school to teach.

All I want is to be human for a day, to know your joys and toils, hopes and fears.

Sigh.

Pull This Thread:

  1. Only When I Lose Myself
  2. Everything Counts
  3. Sweetest Perfection
  4. Told You So
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