XII 95: shitkickers, cityslickers & JDC

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The good times are killing me. (comr: JDC)

news for yous

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Hyperbolic news everyone: the spine of the great book has collapsed and people have been killed by it. Tape has been applied but it’s unbecoming of such a distinguished volume In actuality, the… Continue reading

XII 94: colour all over

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Nwuanda, quotidian wtfjapan.jpg, drunk. Cat. only 7 pages now.

XII 93: Jack does not approve.

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XII 92: we should start our own gang pt.2

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If only every page was this full. Comrades talking, comrades spinning the steely wheels. Brace for terrible, terrible news.

XII 91: we should start our own gang

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The talk we had was both encouraging and depressing. The more colourful t-shirt has a beset city skyline in the bottom right corner.

XII 89, 90: coffee for lunch

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Bunch of stuff, but all really small for some reason. I checked today, and XII:Crucible has only nine blank pages left in it. Momentous.

XII 88: upp

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ARROW’D

XII 87: iceberg?

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XII 86: breadtangle of pizza

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XII 85: with text

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XII 85: +text

less sense, more doing

XII 83, 84: High Charity suite

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XII 80, 82: commuters again

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XII 79: At War with the Sun

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At war with the sun

XII: 78 We live in the future

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More of the arch decal. All of it too complicated to actually make it to the lappy. What’s that? You’d like to see the end product? How dull. Spartan posts, we know. But… Continue reading

XII 76, 77: Fuck off Imperialists / Arch decal

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That guy just gets drawn a lot. Decal plans courtesy of MM.

XII 74, 75: dat vertebrate

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scans are back.

XII 72, 73: fired

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More fucking nonsense. Angry Gandhi.

XII 70, 71: More more lines

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Uh oh. I’m out of scans. What do. One of those characters may be my brother, one is a train conductor and one is a tourist. Waitresses.

XII 68, 69: more lines

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Happy New Years to all four of us.

XII 66, 67: lines, comrades

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Apologies to comrades in question for lack of accuracy. I’m all about you, not the accuracy.

XII 64, 65: airplane girl, rictus, bean garda, sally

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I’m always intrigued when I see a bean-garda; the gear they wear in the line of duty is so inelegant, which is understandable as I imagine it was fabricated for a male standard.… Continue reading

XII 60, 62, 63:

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Kenneth Ellen Paaaahcellll

XII 58, 59: hoodies, helmets, hinges

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XII 55, 57: cookies

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