I do not own the rights to the term Poptart. I do not have permission from all of the original…
I do not own the rights to the term Poptart. I do not have permission from all of the original…
Oh Parana Plant you deserved so much better.
In the other room I find a more subtle piece has drawn the attention of a small crowd. Feeling more confident and having enjoyed a glass of wine I make my way to the back of the crowd. This piece is a mucky brown green with a shape coming through. It’s not so obvious at first which is my initial reason to stare closer. After a moment I realize “Hey that’s a shirt!”
Back at the con I wander around like a cat until I find a good place to sit. Once found I sit there until it is time to go.
But like a passing gust of wind I find I must move on.
I usually take an obnoxious amount of pictures at these things however I discover right away that I only brought one pair of batteries and they’re dead. Feeling rather bummer my orange bag suddenly seems so much heavier and more of a nuisance.
I do not own the rights to the term Poptart.
I do not have permission from all of the original creators of TKO from which this comic is inspired.
I am not making any profit from selling this comic.
Presenting the first ever Melancholy Evil Poptart!!
I do not own the rights to the term Poptart.
I do not have permission from all of the original creators of TKO from which this comic is inspired.
I am not making any profit from selling this comic.
We sit in this living room surrounded by boxes stacked high and towering all around us. Some are leaning against the wall. Others I observe impressively defying gravity on their own accord. Some of these boxes are staked low in a manner suitable for furniture replacement.
He sits on a well cushioned very old couch. It’s the sort you can sink into and don’t mind the stains. I have a stiff kitchen chair pulled up and a clipboard in hand. I lean my arm on one of these boxes and glance at the writing in sharpie marker across the cardboard. Orange Milk records. Inside are brand new CDs, and records. They are freshly printed carrying that new factory plastic scent.