“…I try to find the key, to fifty million fables….”

It’s like picking a lock.

Most of the time I have a  constant monologue in my brain…and it never shuts up.

My mind never stays quiet unless I am working on a comic or something.  Then it is liking breaking into my house.  I feel like I am sitting outside the front door trying to spring a dead bolt with a couple paperclips and a safety pin.  When I finally pop the bolt then I manage to do a comic.  

I just wish it didn’t take so damn long to open the door…

“I won’t get to get what I’m after…till the day I die.”

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~ by maximkovalenko on October 14, 2004.

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