Jul 28, 2008

When all was wordless. And soundless. We could hear the sacred rumbling beneath the spirits.


What's up. It is..the Sam. I am back from my .."jaunt of sorts." We have made the comix. We have made the madness. We have screwed in bulbs to sockets that they were not meant for. We jammed, we rammed, we spoke all at the same moment (without interrupting each other.)

Yeah...it's been special.

You MUST try to get ahold of the AortaVI: the goodness that swirls out at you from these pages. Even if you have to massage the ventricles of your next door neighbor's thought bubbles. Hear you me.

Telekinetically yours,

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