Comics and a Zazzy Pep Talk
Comics and more comics. Then a bit of talk on the issue of "zazz" and where it goes as we get older.
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Complacency can be as ugly of a thing as anything else. Are we all dying at twenty-five? There are a lot of interesting people out there becoming very boring. It’s like the zazz has left the show of life and we’re all just standing around like assholes hoping that it zazzes its way back on stage. Well, I’ve got news for you, it fucking won’t. You’ve got to get up on stage and make some zazz of your own or chase down that electric bitch and cram it into your face.
I’ve looked down the empty hallway of a hotel and wondered if there is someone interesting is just behind one of the doors. When I’m on the expressway at two in the morning I wonder, “Who are these other people? Where are they going?” The answers are probably “Nobody” and “Nowhere that I would care about.” But there is probably one in a hundred that is really depraved and is going some place exceptionally twisted to get involved in something terrible. That’s the sort of stuff that keeps me going. It’s the curiosity I have for this planet and the escapades it promises me. Not always good, not always bad but guaranteed to be fascinating and motivating.
My life has become consumed by pen and paper, keyboards, typewriters, paints, old Kodak cameras, mini DigitalVideo tape, microphones, editing, tea, coffee and cigarettes and I’m not entirely sure why. There is a chance that it is all filler but I don’t entirely buy that. I’m driven to it, for one reason or another, and it all helps to keep me sane.
Things are going alright in the motor city, how are they where you’re at? I wish I could be there right now and have an adventure.
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Here are some Pictures for Sad Children to close with.
Steppin' Out
Paul's Story
*If you can't see the comics well enough, they are nice and big at the original post.
end.
Complacency can be as ugly of a thing as anything else. Are we all dying at twenty-five? There are a lot of interesting people out there becoming very boring. It’s like the zazz has left the show of life and we’re all just standing around like assholes hoping that it zazzes its way back on stage. Well, I’ve got news for you, it fucking won’t. You’ve got to get up on stage and make some zazz of your own or chase down that electric bitch and cram it into your face.
I’ve looked down the empty hallway of a hotel and wondered if there is someone interesting is just behind one of the doors. When I’m on the expressway at two in the morning I wonder, “Who are these other people? Where are they going?” The answers are probably “Nobody” and “Nowhere that I would care about.” But there is probably one in a hundred that is really depraved and is going some place exceptionally twisted to get involved in something terrible. That’s the sort of stuff that keeps me going. It’s the curiosity I have for this planet and the escapades it promises me. Not always good, not always bad but guaranteed to be fascinating and motivating.
My life has become consumed by pen and paper, keyboards, typewriters, paints, old Kodak cameras, mini DigitalVideo tape, microphones, editing, tea, coffee and cigarettes and I’m not entirely sure why. There is a chance that it is all filler but I don’t entirely buy that. I’m driven to it, for one reason or another, and it all helps to keep me sane.
Things are going alright in the motor city, how are they where you’re at? I wish I could be there right now and have an adventure.
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Here are some Pictures for Sad Children to close with.
Steppin' Out
Paul's Story
*If you can't see the comics well enough, they are nice and big at the original post.