"A Psycho Scene" by Bill Everett from the inside front cover of Psycho #5, published by Skywald, November 1971.

So I won’t stick around in this town
No, I’m getting out instead

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The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
━ C.G. Jung

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I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.

Then I spend time with teenagers.

And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.

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Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.
━ Alan Watts

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sphere worms


This is a weeping song, a song in which to weep, while we rock ourselves to sleep.

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Way to go…