A drawing of a Guy.. He said it was okay..

A drawing of a girl.. She said it was cool..

A drawing of some guy.. He said I could do it..

'Sbin a While

One of my favorite things of all time to do is to sit on my buns and write the random things that come into my mind.. Most of the time they don't make sense, why they're in that order, but I like how it looks when it's all done.. SO I continue to do it..

My friends call me Allen even though that is not my name.. I find that it is more than what is making me tick.. Found out that I can't actually gravitate my hands upwards through a leviathan.. That makes me a friendly partner..

--Most of the time, I start with one word and make a "Free-Form-Poem" as my 12th grade English teacher told me.. I did one about cheese one time that made me chuckle, or giggle or laugh under my breath (LUMB)..
 - I've been trying to analyze myself more and more and in doing so I've found out one simple thing..
-- I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing, why I'm doing it, or why I want to do it.. I kind of just go through life wanting one thing in the moment and then try to get it..
- it's pretty dull.

This is starting to seem like it's some sort of an actual blog where I post my feelings.
-I'm very sad all the time, but that's not what this is about..

--This is about.. Nothing.

-This is just a place where I put my random creations or what-have-you's..
--It's very boring and ill constructed, I know.. But it's not going to change. That's one thing you can count on..

Because I'm probably not going to put that much effort into the things that I make, because I'm a lazy piece of shit..

So, if you have interest in mediocre, sometimes somewhat humorous works.. Stay tuned..
-Because I'll try to put more out soon and more often..
--I'm going to challenge myself to make a thing every other day.. Whether it's just a post/update of a thing, a video, a t-shirt design/drawing, comic, or other comic..

-Have a good day, if you want..
--Thanks for reading this, if you read it.

Post a comment, if you like typing things..
I'll read it and respond, if I see it..

THE BIRTH OF ALFONZO

ISSUE #1
BY JUSTIN LAWRENCE HOYT

Pork

Pork roasts are the main consumption of many animals. That being said, it is wise to find yourself in the forest within a manly cave or a kind of reckoning bell. I have come to believe that it is the will of humankind that I have to locate the jewels within the tightest crevasses inside my heart. Only then can I truly be invisible to my enemies and create the kind of lactose environment that I oh-so-much crave.

I have written many times on the subject of cheese, but this is the one that sets me apart. If only I could find the kind of woman who would be so interested as to locate my dessert hands. They really need me this time of year and I find that the only way to purchase them is to pass judgement on my peers by peering into their souls to find which shoulder shrugs at the sight of my nails.

All of that aside, I have not yet found my real chops.

Time

In a time without commitment there is only waffles. Small waffles mostly, which only tell time. The time, of course, being about time.
I haven't found myself in the syrup for it is too thick. I only know that my face is abundant with metamorphosis.
What is the meaning behind tables and table like people, they only stare at wolves like animals waiting for slumbering caterpillars. The only way to find yourself is through the intrepid solace of the space time continuum, such as a long bow from which the arrows filled the vines with a face full of pie and sometimes writhing snakes.
My mother is about to find the way through the forest, hidden in the shrouds of a monstrous colossus.
If I had found the pants in the mirror then I would have never sat on the steal wool of nether wood.