My webcomic Hypersonic Music Club, which I write and Hiroyuki Takahashi draws, is a thing now and we have several (!!!) anime industry and licensing people looking at taking it to the next level. But now is sort of a crucial time where we have to show traction / buzz / interest. If anyone wants something killer cool to hang on their wall, you could actually spend a few bucks on this and I will kiss you on the astral plane!
Back to yawning face red skin disease because it pleases the gods. He is rudder and harsh, hair tonic and cough drops. She is skull with skin pulled gently over it, false eyelashes and watery mascara caught in the rain stretched out over fields of black down winter coats now past their welcome, cocooned in cold grey city, never understanding modulation because someone needs to make you humid humid humid in here. I am tired hip socket joint laying down legs in fetal position left. Everything was done and tried before a million times because maybe it pleased the gods before tonight.
Evil rusted wormwood lungs lying on the floor all day. Itchy eyes, people trying to break into my head, runny nose, running away from America. Bathing in red sundown Shimokitazawa. It’s a weird little diorama from the front of the magazine.