Friday
Mar092012
Buckets
Friday, March 9, 2012 at 06:10PM He kept them alive in that snow. they could live for days. a week, if he were lucky. sometimes he would only take an arm. he would let them stay in a room then, for a week or two. maybe let isn’t the right word. he would have them stay in a room, heavily sedated and healing, but not well. the longer he could keep them around, he thought, the better. he was ashamed. he was even more ashamed for not being ashamed enough to give up, or to give himself up. but he just kept doing it, and he got good at it, too. sometimes he would have five cans at once, but he tried to keep it around two or three with some extra meat in the freezer, just to be safe.
He would always try and save the brain for last, but that was hard to do when they died. at that point it would always be easier to freeze the arms and the legs and the buttocks and the torso and sometimes a few of the organs, but the brain never kept well once it was frozen. it always thawed funny and tasted weird afterwards. it was just different. when he ate it fresh, he would get this crazy sort of buzz he didn’t quite understand. at first he thought that the brain made him high, but it wasn’t exactly like that. he just felt enlightened, like his intelligence had increased in some way he couldn’t figure out. but how smart can you be if you cant even figure out what part of you is the smart one? he would be overcome with a sort of loneliness, an emptiness he hated more than anything. sure, he felt lonely all the time, but not like that. never like when he ate the brain.
He would always try and save the brain for last, but that was hard to do when they died. at that point it would always be easier to freeze the arms and the legs and the buttocks and the torso and sometimes a few of the organs, but the brain never kept well once it was frozen. it always thawed funny and tasted weird afterwards. it was just different. when he ate it fresh, he would get this crazy sort of buzz he didn’t quite understand. at first he thought that the brain made him high, but it wasn’t exactly like that. he just felt enlightened, like his intelligence had increased in some way he couldn’t figure out. but how smart can you be if you cant even figure out what part of you is the smart one? he would be overcome with a sort of loneliness, an emptiness he hated more than anything. sure, he felt lonely all the time, but not like that. never like when he ate the brain.
-Drew Villano
Thursday
Jul292010
Thursday
Sep102009
Exodus.
Thursday, September 10, 2009 at 01:53AM new image up in the COLORING section. a promotional image for the upcoming Exodus comic from Terminal Press. Pencils by Rolo Ledesma, Inks and Colors by Narek Gevorgian.
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