chances are you are not what you pretend.
and you are not the perfect specimen.
if life is the highway,
you are not the king of the road.
i scream from the top of my lungs.
and i speak from the bottom of my heart.
and we whisper these words but somehow
they will repeat. wash, rinse, repeat.
wash, rinse, repeat. wash, rinse, repeat...

simple and clean

set your body ablaze

...then there was you

kindly; go plath yourself

If I told you that you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?

I blame this town, this job, these friends

Lyrics: Jesse Owensby

Image: Ashley B. 

Thank you, Jesse! Your contribution to this comic 

is much appreciated.

-Ashley. 

Icarus's Fall from flight

One can only wish

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