Includes rough draft pictures:
As told by Jake Johnstone:
As told in rhyming poetic form by a mythical creature: … “Oh… that salivating feeling…like drinking too much coffee before vomitting-projectile-like out of the mouth…Oh, I so do not understand this feeling…
It occurs every day now like a nagging ghost-town church bell except iron desert-dry mouth.
That which makes no sense feels like everyday now! … I used to enjoy church… I used to enjoy hearing those bells that didn’t feel like hells! Now hells are everyday as even a day is what is what has been dwindled away… The sun in my sights… Although those heights are gone if I want this un-dead life to thrive on… I did never believe in such a possibility… Always at the height of …actually no… 5 foot 6 so no I had just a medium skinny with a Christian brother named Vinny…
My build was always fragile… Now I drink blood from sewer-rats as easy as a blind man would read braille…
To Be Continued…
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