UntitledThe epitome of the falsifiedin a statement to the pacifiedto the point of clarification that no one understands....Havoc wreaked upon the soulsof the poor, disfigured people.Escaping through my only window to a mystic, dreamy landOn the ground, alone and unshelteredthe madness of silence is quietly dismembered.A commodity lost and soon forgotten forgone for a short time.The essense of my only notionwrithes with the thoughts of mine own digressionshidden behind transparent allies all my bias undermined
Do you like the band Dead Gorilla or are you the friend of a Zombie who has a monkey?
Do logos run in your family or is this just a graphic design kinda thing?
These are the questions we want answers to, Oho!
And are you the owner of Worlds Best Comics? Or know someone who is?