Saturday, October 26, 2024

Keep it in, Keep it on.

I made another zine.

Every now and again I return to being a scared little animal. I know it’s inevitable. I wish I could control the timing.

Transcript Two creatures sitting close together on a bench. “I’ve actually been surprisingly stable lately.” “I don’t think the mask’s gonna slip anytime soon.” A human-like figure, with lines implying some sort of mask is being worn. “Can I go first?” “Sure, go on.” “So, yeah, not really happy with this idea, it’s really dumb and boring. but maybe there’s someth-” “You shouldn’t talk about your projects like that. You know how that sounds, right?” Thought bubble: shit. it’s coming off. “I. I’m sorry. I need to go to the bathroom.” Loud panting and wheezing onomatopeias. The mask drops to the floor. “god. I’m so fucking RED” “I can’t go back in there like this.” “What the fuck would I even say.” “Sorry! haha. this happens sometimes. I’m mentally unstable.” Whining, whimpering onomatopeias. “fuck.” The creature has turned into a tiny sobbing puppy-like dragon. it lays on the floor, then scrolls on its phone. The creature exits the bathroom and puts its mask back on. “At least it’ll be a while until the next attack. I hope”

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