Throe paused at his art desk when a sudden a frightening
realization draped over him like a thick curtain: he had
reached the pinnacle of the pictorlal narrative known as
comic books. Having attained such mastery over the art,
Throe knew that any further attempt at comic creation
would only be masturbatory self-indulgence into a form
that he has so beautifully dominated. He considered
suicide as the only obvious solution.
While contemplating the many glorious practices of
willful self-temination, a new comic idea struck him like
that thunderbolt we hear so much about, and he went
back to the art desk, certain no one would like his work, and
crippled by insecurity.
realization draped over him like a thick curtain: he had
reached the pinnacle of the pictorlal narrative known as
comic books. Having attained such mastery over the art,
Throe knew that any further attempt at comic creation
would only be masturbatory self-indulgence into a form
that he has so beautifully dominated. He considered
suicide as the only obvious solution.
While contemplating the many glorious practices of
willful self-temination, a new comic idea struck him like
that thunderbolt we hear so much about, and he went
back to the art desk, certain no one would like his work, and
crippled by insecurity.
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nemesis:
I agree with you. I think the reason I have no patience with boys like that is because I remember how they treated me when I was a lot younger and didn't have the integrity to say something back - to defend myself. So now I just want to make ALL OF THEM PAY. aftermath. 
toxii:
its some stressful shit. haha ;P