Semiotic Cohesion Comics & Art

We've all heard the rumours. Apparently, The Book Lounge was planning on selling a compilation of my comics, apparently. I decided that, being a shrewd business man, I should compile my own compilation complete with some unseen goodies and new full-on psychedelic front/back covers. Then, I'd go to The Book Lounge mere minutes before their guy rocked up with his batch and I'd pretend to be him, thus you know, thus deceit. I hung outside across the road watching for anyone dressed suspiciously like me (white fake fur coats, black fake fur coats, psychedelic ponchos, red & white checkered bomber jackets, etc.).

Photo by the impermeable Michaela Verity. For the good stuff: http://michaelaisthephotographer.blogspot.com/

After about an hour, disappointed at having been robbed of that highly sought after 'sex-with-doppelganger' twist, I burst in throwing my comics left right and center; taking turns to scream at each person inside in a different made up language. When the emotional smoke had cleared and the people I had been screaming at moments earlier had helped me pick up the fine products of my trade, one of the owners -JOHAN(N?) (coincidentally, my real name is JOHANN)- fell right into my trap.

SO! The Hedgemony Comics Ultra Million Pack Mega Edition (Extreme) is prominently displayed and on sale at The Book Lounge. You should definitely go to their shop, and coincidentally buy a copy of Hedgemony EXTREME! I mean, just do it and see where life takes you. I mean, what's the worst that could happen. I mean, it's a pretty darn good publication. I mean, when was the last time you supported something beautiful. I mean, except for like Danny K concerts.

- I mean, Sebastian coincidentally.

The magical Michaela Verity and I embarked on yet another photo shoot yesterday. At one point we took a breather and I guess I did what I do every time Fortuna hands me a couple of quick secs; I read through copies of my little Mexican Piss Dream to make sure that they all really were identical. The fear that they might not be stems from my first burst of selling on campus when it was reported to me that some people had bought copies where one of the four sheets that in compilation make up the comick had been included backwards, hence adding a large dose of Lynch. Anyways, that always-on voyeur Michaela caught me right there in the moment with this pic.

--- Sebastiank

Hey hey hey hey there.

If you do not want to hear about my near-death inducing holiday, do not read this. SKIP TO THE BOTTOM WHERE IT IS SAFE FOR YOU AND YOUR KIND.

I've just gotten back from about a month of being alone on a beach/mountain/forest. I was with a GIRL, just so you know. Things I did included swimming out to hang with some dolphin types that were having far more fun with waves than any human ever will.

I've always imagined it would be a magical experience, but to tell you the truth I was terrified almost the entire time. I was scared while swimming out because of the rip-current induced drownings that jade the memory of the locals, I was scared of the sharks that haunted this beach in their nature reserve thousands and most of all I was terrified of the dolphins.

They were very much larger than they were supposed to be, they moved quicker than is natural and they released an alien screech that could only be heard when your head was underwater or if you had sufficient water clogged up in your ears. Once I had gotten close enough to admit to being in awe of their supernatural wave-surfing prowess, they noticed my crippled presence and surrounded me. They began showing off how close they could come to nearly killing me by darting past me and almost through me.

Two of them decided to add to the thrill by pretending to be sharks and circling slowly below me just above the seabed. To be fair though, I realize now that these were probably not actually dolphins.

But it was fun and the only injury that the dolphins managed to inflict on me was a set of bloody blisters (a combination of wearing flippers and having abnormally shaped feet) that has prevented me from wearing shoes ever since.

I also had a decent story involving me and 70+ sharks and about 20 square meters until just now when a quick internetresearchsession revealed that the very large and fierce-looking sharks are 'docile' and 'misunderstood'.

Ok, enough about me. This here is a photograph providing evidence of Tom's claim that we were in fact armed at that party. It is also the handiwork of the invulnerable Michaela Verity.

Oh, and seeing as this is a comics blog and all. I've gone and thought up a bunch of cool stuff involving a naked man wearing a full rimmed hat and a bunch of metaphysically self-serious elephants. The leader is called Albert. These are going to be comics. Comics I say!

P.S: SEBASTIAN.