Includes rough draft pictures: … As told by Jake Johnstone …
” A torn back. Shoulder or high arm smack! … Yet my brother telling me I’m an idiot savant motivated me stronger than any pain I’ve ever felt … any prayer I’ve ever knelt … for! … Wings … feathers. All blue, red, and black … strange. Oblique pain, but the future is just a tunnel. A wormhole of blue-with-black-space-like-light-fast. That’s all I see at night. Tipper Will is my brother. Mannstrait Will is my name. All I see is pain, or is it cold cloudy judgment with every walk? These dreams of mine are so clear and vivid. When I awake every morning it’s 3:40. I see writings on the wall with each 3:40 wake up. 7:00 am once that final wake-up hits and those writings are gone. I can’t talk about this. Not a brother would believe it… Kids on their bikes deceive with juvenile acts like thumbtacks thrown from their backpacks after leaving class … Yet it’s the end of school and there are no adults to see the heinous childish acts … Oh! The throbbing shoulder pain! Oh! Oh! … ”
Peace,
” Creativity with a passion, for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! … “
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