Well, Defenestration might not have any poetry or prose to publish until 2014, but that’s not going to stop me from filling every crevice in this respected Internet publication with lots of comic-y goodness. Technically Friday is my day, but I drew this the other night and wanted to share before Halloween. Because that’s how I roll!
I die at seventeen, because I’m currently twenty-one, so dying at seventeen would make me either invincible or the proud owner of a time machine. I’ll go with the latter.
I buy my time machine at forty-four, because you could call predicting a type of four-shadowing. Since I’m smart enough to make that clever little play on words, I’m smart enough to know I won’t be inventing a time machine any time soon.
Evil people are everywhere. Lucky for me and you, Winslow can detect evil using scientifically disproven mental powers known among experts as “lighting bolt exclamation points.” Winslow knows if you’ve been possessed by a demon or a ghost, and can even tell if your body is being used as a crude meat puppet for a vengeful Elder God. Or he could just be guessing. I don’t know, I’m an artist not a scientist, leave me alone!
IF ( stomach = empty )
THEN ( run action: cry )
IF ( stomach = full )
THEN ( run action: poop )
