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Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries Page 15!
I’m running out of funny drug names.

Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries Page 15!

I’m running out of funny drug names.

Baking is weird don’tcha think?

Baking is weird don’tcha think?

So... I take it Wesslingsaung has been discontinued?

I love you so much for reading Wesslingsaung Mr. Jamesalexanderdickerson let me hug you

Short answer: Yeah, Wesslingsaung is over =(

I uploaded the end of Book 2. You can read it

here

here

here— ANYWHERE!

I have some copies leftover if anyone wants one. There’s a guy who comes to Zine Fest every year and buys a Wesslingsaung, and he made it up to Chapter 4, so I’m going to print Chapter 5 for him.

Long answer:

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YOU STUPID FOX!!!

YOU STUPID FOX!!!

Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries Page 12
the next person who asks me whether something they’re wearing is cute is going to hear me say in a grave voice, “the clothes are too strong…”

Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries Page 12

the next person who asks me whether something they’re wearing is cute is going to hear me say in a grave voice, “the clothes are too strong…”

A World Without Banks?!

This is a piece I did for the Booth Magazine Capital Ideas. You can read it not-tiny here. It’s a pretty cool idea— if banks are so problematic, why not just get rid of them. 

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I got leftover Boswell Melodies from zine fest if anyone wants them hit me up

Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries Page 11

I got leftover Boswell Melodies from zine fest if anyone wants them hit me up

Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries Page 10
guys this is actually how I think drugs work

Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries Page 10

guys this is actually how I think drugs work

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Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries page 8!!
It’s funny that I’ve created this character whose magic-realism ability is dressing up as other people, because I’m just such an idiot about my own dress. I went to the MODA fashion show yesterday and, despite multiple, explicit warnings from my date (my increasingly intoxicated Leftenant Best-Friend Bradford) I was surprised to see how dressed-up everyone was. It was high heels and suits and dresses— there was a guy with bifocals and a girl with thick glasses and no lenses.
I looked down at myself in the reflection of a window— a bright pink hat (fuck gender norms), hipster glasses, an inside-out sweatshirt (ちょう構わない) covering up a stenciled, ripped T-shirt, skinny jeans, and, looking down now, the pièce de résistance, two absolutely soaked tennis shoes (my knees hurt!) and I realized that I was without competition the most underdressed person in the train station. In the words of Brad Neely, “I looked down… and I had the body of a heavy reader…”
In some ways it’s pretty くやしい because I look spiffy in a suit and I so rarely have an excuse to wear it, but I think I made the mistake because my clothes are so much a part of me. I’ve worked hard to make them as comfortable— more comfortable— than my skin. I wish I was the kind of person who could wear suits or dresses or costumes after Halloween, but I’m just so meek and mild.
I guess when Maude takes peoples personalities by wearing their clothes it’s because I believe that every piece of fabric was put there for a reason, and it isn’t too much of a leap to reverse engineer the explanation. 

Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries page 8!!

It’s funny that I’ve created this character whose magic-realism ability is dressing up as other people, because I’m just such an idiot about my own dress. I went to the MODA fashion show yesterday and, despite multiple, explicit warnings from my date (my increasingly intoxicated Leftenant Best-Friend Bradford) I was surprised to see how dressed-up everyone was. It was high heels and suits and dresses— there was a guy with bifocals and a girl with thick glasses and no lenses.

I looked down at myself in the reflection of a window— a bright pink hat (fuck gender norms), hipster glasses, an inside-out sweatshirt (ちょう構わない) covering up a stenciled, ripped T-shirt, skinny jeans, and, looking down now, the pièce de résistance, two absolutely soaked tennis shoes (my knees hurt!) and I realized that I was without competition the most underdressed person in the train station. In the words of Brad Neely, “I looked down… and I had the body of a heavy reader…”

In some ways it’s pretty くやしい because I look spiffy in a suit and I so rarely have an excuse to wear it, but I think I made the mistake because my clothes are so much a part of me. I’ve worked hard to make them as comfortable— more comfortable— than my skin. I wish I was the kind of person who could wear suits or dresses or costumes after Halloween, but I’m just so meek and mild.

I guess when Maude takes peoples personalities by wearing their clothes it’s because I believe that every piece of fabric was put there for a reason, and it isn’t too much of a leap to reverse engineer the explanation.