Regarding my own state of conciousness. Cycling. Cycling. Cycling.

Not much to write. All mundane nothingness, day in and day out.

Thus, well, I end up writing about the same shit. Now, Janeya, of the DeviantArt community is going to help me upload things, as she has before. And I thank her, however, the price of it is time. I have nothing and she has a scanner. Boom. Logic.

I despise this. Eventually, there won't be piles of emotional garbage to sift through, trudging along each day.

Mostly, my non-cycled... (And, how I LOATHE cycles and repetition, now) ...life revolves- No RESONATES through and randomly place about my to-be-online comic, Cryptic, which is a dream-based artifact. Not strictly, of course.

After all, THAT would follow a pattern. The only "pattern" you will find it is plot and characters, appearing, fighting, fucking and dying. Now, as this comic is intended to be more