The Fine Print

We're back!... sort of.

I Got an Icebox

Look At The Size of His Gun

Due to unforseen circumstances, we will start updating with new comics next week.

Hell Hath No Fury

Get Stronger Meds

It Was a Graveyard

The Real Justice League

ps: fuck you alice =)

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Some Things ARE Black and White

Gasp! We have returned! For the next few days, Amy and I will be posting last year's (read: shitty) comics in preparation for our newly made ones. Basically, these are the ones that never quite made the cut. So come back next Saturday for new and improved comics!

We hope you missed us. So much it hurt sometimes.

Autumn is a Lonely Season

“When it’s dark enough, you can see the stars.”

– Persian proverb

There are many different kinds of pain in the world: physical, mental, emotional. And even though our emotions are so much less tangible than our bodies or our minds, somehow when they hurt, they hurt the most. But even emotional pain comes in so many varieties. You can be rejected, insulted, ignored. You can feel great loss or disappointment. Or the cold sting of betrayal. But it’s not just the source of the pain that matters: it’s the reaction. There can be broken hearts and then there are hearts that are simply beaten down. Trampled on. Walked all over and poked and prodded and squeezed until there is no spring left in the muscular tissue that used to pump life through your veins. The broken hearts stop -- they take a break to recover and come back almost as good as new. But being trampled on doesn't feel like enough to make you stop. It hurts in ways you can't imagine enduring, but just not in a way that makes you retreat. There’s just enough left over that makes you want to hold on despite everything -- despite the fact that what used to pump life now just twitches once in a while. And that? That’s the worst kind of pain. The kind of pain that takes everything out of you but doesn’t wake you up to reality. Doesn’t make you think: why the fuck am I putting up with this. Instead, you take the pain, wherever it’s coming from, and you keep getting back up, acting as if you aren’t hurt just because you haven't shattered. Not because you want to protect your pride… but because your brain just hasn’t gotten the message that hey, maybe this isn’t supposed to feel like this. So yeah, there are broken hearts and broken bones and they all heal eventually. But we have to let things break before we can try to put them back together.
-Gal

Maybe I'm Just Being Picky

"I read hands to tell your past;
Each scar marks a story
worth telling..."
-Sarah Kay

Too Bad I Had AIDS

Aren't they cute? But deadly.

Quid Pro Quo

I wanna fuck you so loudly the neighbors cum in their sleep.
Wanna do things that are only legal because
no one's ever thought to pass laws against them.
Lover, if you're willing to go to prison for the shit you do to me
I promise I will never turn you in...
-Rachel McKibbens and Marty McConnell

Mine Are Bigger

Maybe it's just me, but it always seems like there are moments when you know you need to confront a problem. The gaping hole in conversation begs for it. And it's not something fun, and chances are the conversation won't end well, but as long as you stay silent, nothing will be resolved. So you wait. You stall, make jokes, convince yourself that next time you'll find a better opening to bring it up. But you keep pushing 'next time' back. And by now, you already know exactly what you want to say. Why? Because instead of talking about the issue with someone who needs to know it, you talk to your friends - stay in the comfort zone. The sentences are in your head, rehearsed, and by now, a part of you wants to forget the whole thing because it's been done to death. You know your lines, and you can guess theirs with what you assume is perfect accuracy. But you shouldn't just let it go. Because sometimes, you're wrong. So rarely do we take the plunge and have that difficult discussion, that we don't realize: people can surprise you. Sometimes, they're just as eager as you to deal with the issue; and someone needs to be the bigger person. So embrace the mortification! Because the alternative could be losing someone forever.
-Gal

How Do I Tell You

For Everyone to See

She Always Ruins the Moment

For anyone who's interested, this comic is clearly not based on actual events. It's impossible to think tiff is sexually inadequate. She's a freak in the sack.

Tell Me You Don't Matter

So yesterday I went to the Poetry Festival, and it's left me feeling like everything I write is silly or awkward or whatever. You really have to admire people who can articulate how they feel, who can take something you've wanted to say forever and put it to exactly the right words. Maybe you have to be born with it...this talent to see and feel things around you that you can magic into text on paper. But personally, I'm hoping it's something that can be learned. I want to inspire..!

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Yeah so I'm kind of in a state of literary depression. Or something.

Anyway, this week I decided that you're probably bored of our usual comics, and as we've failed to come up with any new material lately, I thought you'd be interested in Marty McConnell [link]. She was at EBHS yesterday. She is amazing and passionate and I'm completely in love with her. Click and enjoy :)

"...tell me you don't matter to a universe that conspired
to give you such a tongue, such rhythm
or rhythmless hips, such opposable thumbs –
give thanks or go home a waste of spark

speak or let the maker take back your throat
march or let the creator rescind your feet
dream or let your god destroy your good and fertile mind

this is your warning / this
your birthright / do not let
this universe regret you."

[Edit] Un-fucking-believable.
-Amy

Only When Sober

So we've really been neglecting this, we know. And we can't even give you any meaningful rant because quite frankly, we are uninspired, frustrated, and emotionally repressed hermits at the moment. As compensation, we decided to post something scandalous. How raunchy.

Maybe He'll Come To the Funeral

No one in their right mind would want that diagnosis. Because "love" makes things messy. It destroys deep-rooted friendships in a single afternoon -- the sparks fly and the person you thought you knew for years is suddenly different in an almost "magical" way. But the magic disappears. You destroy one another, but the sparks are still too hard to put out once you let them latch on. Love has tainted history from that twisted encounter between Helen and Paris; the burning passions of youth have incinerated entire empires. And then it's also a lie. It's a lie we tell ourselves, and worse, one that we tell other people with those three words we always want to hear. So we lie, and we trap ourselves and innocent victims; and should we see through the lie and want to end it, we end up lying more -- cheating more. Or feelings fade, but the pain still remains and we are never the same for it. And after centuries of letting it govern our lives, it's time we stopped romanticizing romance, and stopped lying to ourselves about what this "love" can and cannot do. It's time we said, "Down with love."
-Gal

American Pie

Hey guys, sorry for the very late update this week. Usually Gal does it but she's in Massachusetts for the weekend at a college interview. Everyone wish her luck!
-Amy

That's So Twisted

Is That What They See?

What desire is there for fantasy when destruction seeps into anything we create? So much pointless suffering just because we prefer imagining people's lives rather than trying to reach out to them...

Hills Have Eyes

Another Chance

I've been looking back on the past few years. A train of thought more fitting for new year's, but life just postponed it by a month - coincidently a new year in a more egocentric manner. I thought about the things I've accomplished and experienced. The things I've sacrificed and the opportunities that passed me by. The people I've gotten to know so much better, and the others that drifted away. I started thinking about the things that make up our lives and decided: we are so much more than our grades, dreams, and experiences. Instead, we are the people who break through our barriers. We are that newly-made friend you never imagined tolerating, let alone admiring. We are the people we let slip away - reminders of how fragile a relationship is, no matter how long it took to build. So I realized that while I wish I stayed close to certain people, I'm generally satisfied with the way life turned out. Although I can remember having a completely different and much more intimate dynamic with some people, the status quo came about for a reason. Inevitably, friends become strangers, and strangers become friends; and maybe we need to experience loss to get closer to the people we truly love: an opportunity I wouldn't give up for any second-attempt at the past. Ultimately, we have to let some people go, and let others in, for the sake of our own growth. But most importantly, we have to focus on the people we have in our lives, rather than the ones we've lost. We are only as strong as our friends and our capacity to appreciate them.
-Gal

Woman Up!

It Was Like A Maze

Sorry for the belated update, guys. I guess we were just too caught up in our exciting lives. Ha ha.
-Amy

Make Great Dildos Too

They've Come For Me

It Happens More Often Than Not