It's been a while, and I'm starting to doubt myself, but here's the forth page. I can easily anticipate this low visual quality inspiring a "crappy webcomic meme" called Maybe There's a Jar of Syrup in this Joint. I want to practice, but I get a major angsty pain feeling in my head whenever I put pencil to paper, and I don't know if there's much room to move in a pencil and paper format when erasers aren't doing much.
I mean... fuck... I don't know what I mean. This depersonalized disorder is fucking me up. I have no idea what I WANT to say anymore. My hope is that somebody enjoys the comic as much as I thought in the beginning that it has novelty value... or... FUCK!
A comic I started during the throes of not-enough fulfilled lust. It's about Thomson and his vaguely-drifting adventures through a dim atmospheric mope.
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