Latest rendition of Miss In Scene. Inspired in the lame selfish argument against universal health care. If you had to stand in line, in exchange for your fellow brother and sister’s life, would you? Is someone’s life so insignificant that your inconvenience can even be used as an argument in this debate? If that’s the case, then I feel sorry for you.

Did I sound too serious over there? Haha, I’m joking. To hell with the poor… they are fat anyway.

-Alex

Corazon perdido. Cada silaba… cada palabra… jugosamente deconstruida. Con Bob Marley en el fondo, tu me contestas desde mi imaginacion. Por cada corazon que rompo, otro corazon rompe el mio. El juego de los amorosos… el tira y hala. La hidra del cuento hinchandote el cuello, acariciando ideas efimeras de ternura y pasion… que mueren como ratas en gestacion. Solo quedas tu, arte querida, que me permite escribir y comunicar con reciprocidad, con amor puro, sensaciones eroticas respetuosas, caricias imaginarias, sensacion indispensable, momento pasajero, sisterna de desechos. Con cada adjetivo, mis sentimientos mueren, y me convierto en robot mecanico, ser de rutina… distraido por segundos, regresando a la rutina rustica y ordinaria. La rutina de la falta de amor, lleno de erotismo grotesco, de aceptacion, de derrota, antagonico. Con cada soyoso silencio, le digo al destino que me tome y que me haga suya. Sin dios y sin diablo… una quimera monstruosa y despreciable. Pocos momentos en que sentirse vivo, significa llorar.

They didn’t build the wall sooner, and this is what happens.

Flickr Description: “Don’t label me! Unless it is a tag so my story can be “digged” all the way to the top!”

Wow, look… I keep using hot words in hopes of getting your attention. Next episode should have someone waiting in line for the iPhone. That will probably cause you to frame me. (Don’t frame me! I hate boxes… make it an open oval… so my chi doesn’t get messed up.)

-Alex

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

                  Sometimes nature is out of place… literally.

Yes, lint can get annoying. Lint is what thrift stores are about. People who don’t know how to wash wool sweaters, take them to the dry cleaners, and still look bad with all that lint. The solution? Extirpate wool from every fashion magazine. Maybe then, youth will start hating wool, and we’ll all resort to finally wear plastic bags for jackets, and sweat bands made out of recycled paper.

     
   
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
     
 

For a while I’ve been wanting to create a web comic based on conversations with friends (isn’t everything based on a conversation either with your friends or with the voices in your head), so… what was stopping me? The artwork? Creating one drawing is difficult enough… imagine *counts with fingers* … umm… 3. Yes, that’s even more difficult. So, problem solved. Just doodle the fuckers, and get it over with. Enjoy…

-Alex