Fast as a dirigible - 20 Jan 2005 04:52 am
This pygmy comic comes to you courtesy of some healthy layout editing following my initial line work. Things are happening in the story now. I hope you don't mind.
There are suddenly classes and homework in my life. They are rather unwelcome. Greasy and unwashed, these unpleasant housemates demand pricey purchases of books and other learning goods. Notebooks were sold out at the store I visited today, leaving a gaping hole in the contents of the aisle. The folders looked away from the grisly scene and the binders gathered their covers together, struggling to keep their rings warm in the lonely wind.
It has been about eighty degrees fahrenheit lately during midday. This is a strange and wonderful thing. The palms are disappointed that I am not enjoying the weather beneath the lax shade of their fronds and advise the purchase of a lawn chair. -Tyrus Peace