“How’s life?”

Me:

The mammalian desire to stand at the edge of the ocean.

Untitled.

i made a comic in google slides for some ungodly reason

the long-awaited sequel, Untitled #2

Untitled #3 explores the formulaic entertainment mass-produced by the pawns of capitalism. Or I just wanted to say ass. One of the two.

Untitled #4: the plot thiccens. also there’s a plot apparently

Untitled #5. This whole comic is 23 strips long, and I’ll be doing daily uploads until it’s all posted. Thanks for the great response y’all.

Untitled #6. Okay so firstly, HOLY FUCK Y’ALL. I did NOT expect this comic to get notes, let alone fanart. The most recent strip will always be linked at the bottom of my pinned post, so you can check there to see if you’re caught up.

Untitled #7. Not much to say here. I hope you’re having a good day!

Untitled #8. The true plot begins.

Untitled #9. The Creator can possess Red because I, like Red, have a phenomenal ass. That’s it. It’s not that deep.

Untitled #10. *slaps roof of blue square* this bad boy can fit so much fucking existential despair

Untitled #11. Bet you didn’t expect the ass jokes comic to come to this now did you

Untitled #12. Red is fucking pissed at me. sorry buddy

Untitled #13. I indeed cannot have a comic without characters. Well played, Red.

Untitled #14. Red has his priorities straight.

Untitled #15. It would be funny if this were the last strip but I promise it isn’t. I put too much effort into the end of the comic to stop it now.

Untitled #16. Nice try, Red. Nice try.

Untitled #17. The paradox of omnipotence perpetually vexes me :(

Untitled #18. Let’s not have any ambiguity: Red’s dead. Hey, that rhymes! Neat!

Untitled #19. While strip 18 coincidentally did fall on April Fool’s, it wasn’t a prank. This comic has two characters now. Remember when this comic was about ass jokes?

Untitled #20. Three more strips to go. Holy shit.

Untitled #21. ass haha

Untitled #22. What am I going to do? Who knows… Find out tomorrow at roughly 8:30 AM EST!

Untitled #23.

World Heritage Post

Cristina Vela

Cassandra Dunn Vertiz

Lydia Blakeley (British, b. 1980)

Reflections 3 (Chonky), 2022

thinking of how one of my twitter mutuals tried to do the ai generated greentext and got like. a genuine piece of poetry with meaning that actually feels like a person wrote it

this is one of the most effective poems i’ve ever read and it was written by an algorithm that was prompted to write something completely different than what it ended up making. what the hell

hmmm

A wonderful early, haunting photo of Greta Garbo in Berlin in 1925. Photograph by Alexander Binder.

“[I am] always so alone, so alone. Oh God, it is so awful. This ugly, ugly America, all just machinery, it is soul destroying. I never go out, only home to my boring little hotel… The only thing that gives me pleasure is to go to the bank and send some money to my family… I don’t want to meet people from the films and drink and talk about things I don’t wish to talk about… People are very curious about me in the studio. Everyone stares at me and asks questions… I am sure they think I am a bit strange… the glamour with which we surround the American film world hardly exists here. There is nothing elegant or beautiful here.”

–Greta Garbo, letter in 1925 to Mimi Pollak

I feel like this is the realest most exposing moment of the 21st century