Now I know I've got to run away
I've got to get away
You don't really want any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
You think love is to pray
But I'm sorry I don't pray that way
September 23, 2010
Tainted Love
September 18, 2010
Whatever
No sleep tonight I guess. It's a bit unfair. So, I decided to write a story. I worry about the boy in my stories. He's not fairing too well. Maybe I need to write him a world with less evil and conflict.
The Spider
Once upon a time, the boy came across a spider. The spider wasted no time and buried her fangs near the boy's heart. The boy jumped backwards and swatted at his chest attempting to squash the spider. Removing his hands, the spider was no longer there. She had jumped away and disappeared.
There was something familiar about that spider, the boy thought to himself. He looked at the wound left by the spider. It wasn't too bad, a little red and swollen, and it still stung. He hoped the spider wasn't poisonous and continued on his journey.
It didn't take long for the boy's chest to hurt. He examined the wound more closely. It hadn't closed, and much of his chest was red and swollen. He decided he better find some help before things got worse.
After a couple days of journeying without finding help, the wound was festering and the boy couldn't go any further. He was too tired, too hurt, and emotionally drained. The boy curled up in a ball and slept.
He dreamed of past pain. The girl was there, but the girl was different. She had eight legs and beady, button eyes . He fled from the monstrosity, but everywhere he ran she was there. She tormented him and trapped him in her web. Words of how she cared would drip from her mouth laced with venom. Each word dripped onto his chest. Eroding away flesh. Eroding away muscle. Eroding away bone. And, eventually eroding away his heart.
Days passed and the boy awoke crying, clutching his chest. When he looked at his chest the wound was no longer there. Near where the boy slept was a twisted, melted lump of copper resembling a heart. The boy felt hollow inside. With a big sigh, he got to his feet and continued his journey.
There was something familiar about that spider, the boy thought to himself. He looked at the wound left by the spider. It wasn't too bad, a little red and swollen, and it still stung. He hoped the spider wasn't poisonous and continued on his journey.
It didn't take long for the boy's chest to hurt. He examined the wound more closely. It hadn't closed, and much of his chest was red and swollen. He decided he better find some help before things got worse.
After a couple days of journeying without finding help, the wound was festering and the boy couldn't go any further. He was too tired, too hurt, and emotionally drained. The boy curled up in a ball and slept.
He dreamed of past pain. The girl was there, but the girl was different. She had eight legs and beady, button eyes . He fled from the monstrosity, but everywhere he ran she was there. She tormented him and trapped him in her web. Words of how she cared would drip from her mouth laced with venom. Each word dripped onto his chest. Eroding away flesh. Eroding away muscle. Eroding away bone. And, eventually eroding away his heart.
Days passed and the boy awoke crying, clutching his chest. When he looked at his chest the wound was no longer there. Near where the boy slept was a twisted, melted lump of copper resembling a heart. The boy felt hollow inside. With a big sigh, he got to his feet and continued his journey.
September 15, 2010
Foolish
So, The Adventures of Hatman #52 was once my online dating profile (nearly 10 years ago). I thought I was being clever, silly, and fun. It was very Batman TV series campy, and I loved it. Apparently, women weren't nearly as amused. I received zero responses using that as my profile.
Maybe with comics being more mainstream, it'd be more successful these days. It's hard to say with how weird the online dating world is. It's a world where content is generally unimportant.
Maybe with comics being more mainstream, it'd be more successful these days. It's hard to say with how weird the online dating world is. It's a world where content is generally unimportant.
The Adventures of Hatman #52
The moon peered through the clouds casting dim light. Hatman skulked through the darkness, because in the darkness one must skulk. A siren rang out in the distance, but he paid it no mind.
After taking a quick glance around, Hatman deftly bypassed the security and entered his laboratory. The computer screen flashed that there was an urgent message. Hatman punched a key to view the message. “Matter of life or death. Must meet tonight. The file attached contains directions on when and where to meet. – SillyKitty92,” the message read.
“Hmph. Obviously, a fake name,” he surmised. Quite impressed with his amazing deductive abilities, Hatman grinned to himself. Hoping this wasn’t a trap from one of his nemesis, like evil Little Miss Uptight, the notorious Drama Drama Queen, or the dreaded Clinger, he decided to proceed with the meeting. However, he was going prepared.
Hatman dawned his latest hat complete with multi-functional brim and flexi-fit. He rushed out of his laboratory and hopped in his car. Slamming on the gas pedal he rushed to his destination. Hatman arrived few minutes early (* - See episode 27 for more information on why he doesn’t like to keep the ladies waiting.), exited the vehicle, and went to the steps of what must be SillyKitty92’s home.
He knocked on the door and waited, all the while glancing about for any signs of danger. Moments later, a beautiful woman opened the door and said, “Hello, you must be Hatman, I recognize you by your hat.” She then gave a mischevious smile…
To be continued.
Is this another trap for Hatman? Is SillyKitty92 a troubled pussy? Find out in the next issue of The Adventures of Hatman!
After taking a quick glance around, Hatman deftly bypassed the security and entered his laboratory. The computer screen flashed that there was an urgent message. Hatman punched a key to view the message. “Matter of life or death. Must meet tonight. The file attached contains directions on when and where to meet. – SillyKitty92,” the message read.
“Hmph. Obviously, a fake name,” he surmised. Quite impressed with his amazing deductive abilities, Hatman grinned to himself. Hoping this wasn’t a trap from one of his nemesis, like evil Little Miss Uptight, the notorious Drama Drama Queen, or the dreaded Clinger, he decided to proceed with the meeting. However, he was going prepared.
Hatman dawned his latest hat complete with multi-functional brim and flexi-fit. He rushed out of his laboratory and hopped in his car. Slamming on the gas pedal he rushed to his destination. Hatman arrived few minutes early (* - See episode 27 for more information on why he doesn’t like to keep the ladies waiting.), exited the vehicle, and went to the steps of what must be SillyKitty92’s home.
He knocked on the door and waited, all the while glancing about for any signs of danger. Moments later, a beautiful woman opened the door and said, “Hello, you must be Hatman, I recognize you by your hat.” She then gave a mischevious smile…
To be continued.
Is this another trap for Hatman? Is SillyKitty92 a troubled pussy? Find out in the next issue of The Adventures of Hatman!
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