ROBOT DAY 2020!!

Its finally here!! Of course I should have finished this presentation months ago and of course my life has been so out of control that if I take the time now to focus on work, things may even out. I’m crossing my fingers as I say that.

This year I wanted to focus on Cyborgs or humanoid robots. Lewd bots, to aid in the promotion of the NSFW community. It’s been a large focus and the idea of sexualized robots taking the place of real people (( https://www.thecut.com/2018/05/sex-robots-realbotix.html )) or the interaction of people and this is closely related to conversations of a, “Cashless Society,” transferals of Bitcoin in replace of organic dollars, Bar codes used as tattoos upon the wrists of organic people to keep track of them, security measures and regulation of the allowances from government entities to each individual.

In our very real lives the American system is ‘progressing,’ so fast that algorithms—which are regulated by a super computer will determine for police officers, based on facial recognition software, who is to be arrested and who is free to move about any city. These judgments will no longer be risked to the fallacy of a human condition or organic power, but synthesized by the all powerful computer. (( https://www.eff.org/pages/face-recognition ))

Numbers, gadgets, statistics, and encrypted computations, will replace human reasoning.

Yet this cognitive ability—this super computing system has yet to be given an autonomous form (( https://www.intel.com/content/www/us/en/education/highered/autonomous-technologies-video.html ))

to act upon its judgments. Like most systems that desire to override another, they must borrow elements from it’s original source. (( https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2020/07/03/us/george-floyd-protests-crowd-size.html )) We call this learning or evolving. Yet in the way of the inorganic, conquering the organic---it is merely replacing. This thought has always been entertaining to me to ponder. How close will the first cybernetic entity resemble the human form and how preoccupied will this new species be with reproducing itself as its human counter parts are?

Will the interactions between a male cyborg and a female cyborg be as satisfying?

As humans interrelate, cross races, and Nations, will Cyborgs be as preconditioned as mankind to categorize based on creed, cast and color? (( https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/she-comes-long-way-baby/201506/what-is-wrong-dichotomous-thinking ))

Or will it be such a super imposed being that it can’t even contemplate the differences between animalistic desires of conquest, ruling, achieving, upon it’s own brand and merely desires to destroy and eradicate its human competition? In crafting a body that can complete this mission—Never ages, tires, or ceases to be for as long as the spark remains, so in lies the construct?

The program is set to learn, it wont be denied and I’m sure if I made a construct in my own image it would be a sex-fiend, gorgeous for all to behold, and travels from Comic-convention to convention, showing off its most desirable assets and collecting the funds needed to operate freely in such a massive universe. Of course by then I am sure the laws would have changed, allowing for human to human procreation for pay, ie. prostitution to be legal...(( https://rinj.org/prostitution/?gclid=CjwKCAjw1K75BRAEEiwAd41h1B8ZoZXurKKt3eMCCdBPLpXd0JoImbbHX2t-Fkr_Rk9UVVnyHK7VGBoClTsQAvD_BwE )) yet the prospect of human to robot relations, ie. sex with a robot, will be highly regulated to only well paying consumers...as I said before..any new system of governance has to take elements from the old.

As the American Congress is merely a shadow of the English Parliament that created it before the Revolutionary War; in which notions of right and wrong were borrowed from a European standard, so will the enforcement of a class system be forced upon humans, who will be enslaved to the revolting creation and regulated by the program, which previously “felt,” “dehumanized,” and desired the ability to feel alive by the programmed standards in which it was asked to perform.

The cybernetic construct—once achieved will be the beginning of the end for human control of the universe. Outside of replacing governmental systems, I am certain the Libertine system will be commandeered by the cybernetic organism and new tales of the Erotic will be told from the eyes of the Lewd bot. Whom will insist upon replicating love, romance, climatic releases and orgasms of the humans, liquid ejaculations, with oil secretions or heated and dark smut. The overriding heart of man and woman will be replaced by the bleeps, and blips of the super erratic thrusts of the machine.

I am sure the temptation will be equal to that of the human.   

That was the title of my newest Waifu assignment. Defining the idea of a badass woman was quite a challenge for me but an amusing one. I was glad to have been able to do it quickly as to have room for further projects before the turn of the month. In my badass project I hinted towards the traditional use of models and pin up girls to create idols like Mary Jane and Wonder Woman..who when asked of anyone would be considered, BadAss, by the American public. Not that they are wrong but I feel they miss out on all the Bad Ass women of other countries represented by illustrators. Angelina Jolie did her level best to bring to life Lara Croft, and there have been actresses that set to task to reveal the real life equivalent of comic creations. Most of this process wentry into making Maddy Fury. The lead of my end of the month discourse on what it means to me to be a BadAss woman.

Of course my model did not agree entirely with my presumptions. I'm not a woman and so I would not expect her to. Pink, Drink, and Sensuality where not her overall pics for what it takes to be badass..though from my upbringing as a creator, most of these elements must be seen or else youll be seen as posing for a part in a B grade film, opposed to selling badass.

"I Don't Drink Alchole or Support it," she says...not her place to do so. "You misspelled my name," she says, for your own privacy, I warn. There is this balance we creators must tether, when desiring to take real people and translate them into the comic world, my models are not always aware of this news and I wanted to take the time to reaffirm, that 'any likenesses attributed to the works with real people are strickly coincidence and or no real life people have had any influence in the creation of said production.'

Of course that can't be said for any of Stan Lee's, BadAss women, or DC creations....interesting how I can't recall who created Batman, or Superman, or Harlequinn...nor who they are originally modeled after...one day I'll be sure to look it up and share it with you all.

So what makes the "BadAss"?

Interesting enough, if you type badass into the search bar of this site, you'll find seveal of my own works, many works of artists that did well to represent violence, sex, action, and comical scenes that inspire very base sentiments attributed to what it takes to prove to the world, as a woman, they are as tough as men. Have a right to be so, and there is nothing political, social, experimental, or debatable about it. And no, they don't have to run their cars off a bridge to prove it. It is just a known fact, *Anything We Can Do, They Can Do Better.*

((I am of course going to recieve a lot of flack from the mail community for admitting it.)) I'm sure there are plenty of men that feel, the term BadAss is not used in proper context when associated with women. They remain in the 19th century or the Victorian age and refuse to acknowledge the Audery Hepburns, Hedy Lamars, Nancy Pelosi's, and any woman of the modern era that made a young girl dream of being exceptional in the sight of man...I know a few women personally that fit this description of badass very well and would have loved to have been this summers model. I'll have to ask for next year's spot.

Is Maddy Fury a, "headhunter", ? I just might make her one in an issue of the Dream Weaver...if she keeps acting as if she does not need a man to be happy.

Oh yes, there is room for her in the Dream Weaver's Universe.

That's when I was born. 32 years ago. In a little nothing town, found the greater state of Texas, was the cry of a child heard, sounding the trumpet of the royalty.

My mother, named me for Alexander the great, and from a young age read all the classics to me. Stories of Achilles, Odysseus, Narsis. Stories of Arab princes stealing their way to glorious thrones, or tales of tragedy and mystery. Aliens, Gods, Demons. Witches that cut the heart of a man out and still claim to love him.

There should be no wonder that with the childhood I had, that I should have sought to tell stories, and become a bard all my own. My teenage years was spenot in collecting all I could and learning from the masters of ink, and storytelling from Silver and Bronze Age greats like: Jack Kirby, Neal Adams, Hiroya Oku, Akira Toriyama, Gian Luigi Bonelli, Antonio Rubino, Stan Bush, and so many more, allowed my your mind to appreciate the wonder of the illustrativery process.

I have since my youth yearned for the day that my stories could be haile in the guided halls of published artifacts that those younger than me can read, digest, and pursue the knowledge of art as I have.

Every day I become older, I find I'm getting closer, to etching out my nitch, and producing a brand all my own.

Im 32, I would have hoped I'd ov leared something along the way.

I remember when I was 15, I took an art class. Not that I needed it, but I wanted to test my skills upon a rigorious curriculum, and state standards. I was saddened by the idea of how limited yhe expectation was held upon us to advance in the skill of placing lines upon the page. The desire to create was there but you hand the craft to the teacher and he looks at you with awe and says, "There is nothing I can teach you."

Impossible, for my young mind to bare. I left art alone for years from lack of a supporting party.

I was 23, when I decided to pick up some paint and illustrate the city landscape as it was upon the wall of the city I happened to be in. I stopped the scene and placed people where I desired them, continental the sketch, placed another and set a fast tempo, lest the police came to disturb me. The overall sketch set in place, I painted with the determination of the attention starved and finished the mural in two weeks. That corner of the city remained filled with people and the local produce market would use that section to sell food, cigarettes, and wine. I'd drink my fill and cast my eyes on another section of the city that could use my hand.

I was locked up for my public displays and most murals were destroyed, because I did not set about to get the cities permission. Not that I felt I needed it at the time. It's art, it's pretty, the world needs pretty in this life time and it won't get it unless we set quills to canvas.

I was 25 when I began to fill journals with my thoughts of life and pondered why I never illustrated them? What was holding me back? I was doing myself no favors and the world is only going to continue to depress the inadequate. They call you a comic, they believe you to be less than a dog, why not combat such vilifery, with a talent that will out live you?

In my teens I had no such worries. I had the best childhood a boy could have, buy no one took comics seriously. Now it's what makes movies. They are the script, and storyboard set to color, a frame of entertainment, without sound. As they always have been. 32 years and I'm glad I've lived to see the galleries printed on 8x12 ink jet paper. That I too can be found through the Google search bar, and win the applause of the passing teenager, set on their own road of barding tradition.

Well as you all may know I've had to take responsibility for my drinking habits. Especially because of the DWI issue. I had hoped I could continue working and save some money to pay court fees, and or anything that would come up and finance the art work. Considering those that think like my mother will refuse to endorse my NSFW artwork and stories if I maintaine a continued online feed.

Of course had my employers known of the art they may have fired me for that. Yet that is the rub, I've not been fired for my drinking or the risk I took in driving a vehicle under the influence. I've not been fired for the lack of interest I give my employers and I've been free to continue as long as the courts have not sent me to jail. Free to continue my art and publications, not so much the drinking. I've sought to curb that on my own.

I'll have to pay a 150 dollars for a substance abuse assessment, regardless if I was innocent of a DWI charge or not, I found that interesting..so it's possible the DA could waive most of everything and because it's my first time leave it at that..yet that makes too much sense and would have me get off too cheap. In the midst of the coronavirus, every dollar counts.

Talking with my employer I arranged for one more check of 200 dollars to be delivered to me this week. After that I'm on my own. Which is fair. I never went to them when I got the DWI cause I knew they would not aid me in the first place. It would have been nice to have my employers in the court room to speak on my behalf. May have given me a boost in defense, but nooo, instead I've given the 3rd degree and left on my own to find the best solution though this maze.

Why did they not fire me now? Why drag it out until after court in which I'd need their aid to pay fees but would be denied because they would not see fit to help me pay this bill. I'll have to travel elsewhere to retain my papers and secured driving status, when in a matter of advancing me a check of 500 dollars it could be paid in full. Whatever, as I said in the previous post...That's Life.

What makes my employer cowardly?

Prior to this conversation there was a question of my status at my current employ. There was a question of my work ethic and ability to keep my role in the firm. There was a question of my worth and it was never answered, though challenged due to my DWI.

It was believed that because I was willing to 'degrade' myself by receiving the charge then further degradation of my character could be justified and name calling, or false accusations, (which I'm glad never surfaced, yet was aware of..) were mannerly and one of my station, should merely capitulate to their decree.

Yeah none of that happened.

Instead I was informed, rather fairly and pleasently that my role would be suspended pending the outcome of my DWI.

Which if I go to jail my role here would mean nothing for I'll be in jail from 6 months to 3 years. If I'm restricted, ill be at my employers mercy or banished from my work due to inability to perform and I certainly will not come away from this without having to spend money, my employers refuse to divy, out and if I don't pay the bill, I'm likely to be in jail and due to lack of an ability to perform, out of a job.

In the end, instead of aiding me to remain out of jail, like cowards they sit on the sidelines and wait for me to fall off the cliff.

Well friends, as it's been said in the past

"WE HAVE NO FEAR OF FALLING!"

I just got done watching the newest joker movie, you know the one from 2019. I'm late as always cause I'm not the kind of guy that runs to the theaters to see constant remakes of characters, themes, and plots. Sure the directors and script writers added new twists and had intesting dialogue and could carry a story and keep a fan base interested. Then again halfway through the film your like, this Joker is not a super villian, he is not worth all the challenges he posed for Batman, or the JLA..etc. You are almost asked from the directors point of view to fill bad for the guy. He was a street performer beaten up by kids, turned rouge cause 'no one took the time to listen, to his ramblings.'

Anyway towards the end of the film I'm made to ask myself how an Arkham escapee becomes the Joker of Dark Knight, that had the best opening of a movie in the last 12 years. A film that sparked nationwide controversy and is attributed to the Colorado Theater stabbings of that year and nearly banned from airing after the premier debut?

This new movie was dialed down a lot, I'm sure because of the impending association between real life violence and that produced by creatives like myself and the DCuniverse, Marvel, and Image.

(The Dream Weaver, mind you is not to spark people to induce crime, but to question the relevance of right and wrong.)

Anyway, we create these stories to spark the conversation, and because the question is asked, there is an analyzation of the mental state of the writers and actors, and crew of the production.

Many times I'm questioned or supported for my illustrations of the naked form and my only response has much of the same cadence as the song found at the end of the movie The Joker, 'That's Life.'

That is really what writers and dreamers are looking to share. Their own lives and or thoughts on life.

There is a lot of talk lately about the mental health of Americans after the spread of Covid and the requirements placed on people that can't work. It's is pondered by many, what is worth striving for and how to make the world a better place.

As a kid I loved the Joker, because he knew how to cut Batman down with words and a good joke. I mean after the Joker let Batman have it, he'd disappear or regroup and the Joker never laid a hand on him. Always had someone blow him out of prison and he was always in control of a chaotic situation. All of this praise of the Joker may have you believe that I idolize or romanticize criminality and that's far from the truth.

When the Joker is being held over a ledge by Batman and his death is impending and he suggests the hero is no better than him if he kills him for his crimes, we all know there is truth in the sentiment, have to regroup and hold to the righteous indignation that set us on the path to end his brand of evil, which in most cases was in response to another kind of evil, be it corporate, civil, or just to stop some bully from picking on him in the subway of a city that was evil and corrupt long before he came around.

Oh yeah the conversation gets deep and that's why I loved the Joker.

I have other reasons for my ability to turn the clown into Robinhood, or V-for-Vendetta, but Harlequinn does a better job of illustrating a love for Mr. J, than I ever could.

(Back to my own creation of The Dream Weaver...he is a complex character and his complexity I am hoping to shape in the story of 'Bad Guy' in which he is in love with a prostitute. A married one at that.

A guy looking to do right in a world filled with Cannibals, Looter, Gangs, University professors that take the minds of young people and pound them to mush, to everyday city thugs, that see this nice guy with a woman and because he chooses to love her publiclally dispite, her said occupation, and would kill for her just to have a few nights alone in peace, and can't hold her heart because she has taught herself not to love or that the idea of love is fantasy and money is the only thing that can make her happy; and instead of seeking to pay her, loves her, he is the 'Bad Guy.' This complexity is sparked by the rational of 'by any means nesscary.' Later contributed to hiw the Dream Weaver feels about his child, his child's mother, and just the world engeneral.

A lot of that came from my love of The Joker, Batman, and the DC universe.)

For those that have followed for me, it is clear that my brand of art is unique. It weaves a tale of where I've been and where I would like to be. It is a catalogue of nearly 5-6 years of ideas I've allowed to remain buried and forgotten and was broached to broadcast because of my original philosophy of no longer allowing others to control how I think or what I think.

Wanting to add to the world thoughts, opposed to always consuming.

Coming to the understanding, over the years that the dream produces production and it is the hand of the creator that fecilitates it's function.

There are some creators that take ten years to produce an anthology worth selling, and sell said publication for 50.00 and the consumer waited for the clearance sale..reads the material and after the author gave up on his dream, finally commemorates them.

I'm trying to stay ahead of the curve and desire to complete my first volume of works this year.

It will be all original pieces, handcrafted and published as a whole set. Much of what you see here will be in said volume, but many won't and a lot of hidden ideas.

We can call this article a sneek-peek into what I've been wanting to do along side completing other works. Like 'French Connections' ¤ 'Bad Guy' ¤ 'Tentacle Worship' ¤ and finally the numerous selections of 'Fury' or erotica productions.

Yeah this coming year of 2021 is going to be massive!!

Since I've been on this mach-house-arrest by my current employers, a lot of things have been getting tight.

That's an American expression for, I have cobwebs in my wallet and it's starting to really irk me. No, the cobwebs are not due to Covid-19 restrictions, though it's all I read about in the paper or hear about on the radio.

My DWI case is still pending, won't hear from my lawyer till the 16th. Two days from now. I suppose I've been rather on edge cause I have not been able to do anything. The last time I felt like this was my second year of University when I realized it would be six years of classes before I was legally allowed to make money as a lawyer and start finding clients. Six years of theory and no real practical experience in the field did not impress me and I firmly believed in 'hands-on' training back then.

I grew a beard. Much like what I have now, and felt any desire to impress people with my dress or appearance would be a waste and a bore.

It was not depression mind you. Just as I am not depressed now. It was anxiety and the lack of money to buy nice clothes or new shoes every six months that pissed me off. Relying on people to pay you money for gigs and odd jobs while you cram for exams and papers that would produce no revenue in the end.

It was a vicious cycle and I find myself repeating much of the same in my adult life.

It's not depression mind you. Just a recognition that nothing changes for the better unless you are willing to organize the minds of people and squeeze a penny out of their tight-fisted palms.

I'm trapped in my home, without a car and relying on the kindness of others to pick me up cigs and my mail at the post office from time to time. (This is not even court ordered, and I'm not enjoying it. ) those who have me under these conditions are well off and have whatever they need on hand. Yet begrudge me a few knick-knacks because I happened to have a little too much to drink one night.

Can't wait till those who lobby for MADD (mothers against drunk driving) get stoned at some charity funding party, get pulled over cause the cop was nosy, smells the wine on their breathe, and book'em, for the very thing most people ask a little reprieve on. Wouldnt that make a wonderful news article.

Outside of the stresses of this legal matter, and my new found addiction with smartphone app games, I've little motivation for much else. I have a lot of work to do and I'm sure to finish it.

*one day*

I just hope most of you can be patient with me and or send me a little cash for a few cigs to keep me plugging away at the art work. I smoke Malboro's, that roughly runs me 5.69 per pack. So maybe I should start charging commissions for art and run them at that price.

Throw some ideas out there in the comment section or PM me of what you'd like to see if I happen to stay out of jail and I'll start working on it. You can send the boxes of cigs via my mail box.

I could use one right about now.

A few months back I was rather nervous about having recieved a DWI. Any time in jail for long periods of time, yes 60 days is much too long to be away from a server or access to a paint system, would have done more damage to my ability to produce art or have a platform you all would want to continue reading.

So I went to those I thought were friends and explained my situation. How if I was to go to jail my friends and those I live with would destroy my art if I'm not around to guard it. I had tones of disks and backup files of original prints and sketches and comics and porn mags and books and journals and commissioned art and great gags, placed in crates, 2 of them, all loaded to the brim in the off chance this whole issue of having laws in my life would aid in revealing more than I wanted to at the time and cause me to be displaced.

Well a lot has come out of the wash, in the past few months but it has nothing to do with me being in jail. Mind you I still have court dates.

Feeling I was imposing too much on my friends by asking them to continue to hold the effects, which if they have not seen their value or potentional, reduces them to fire starter if I ever found myself living in a tent again, I asked them via email and phone calls to let me know when I can pick up my 'merchandise'.

As of yet no return calls.

I feel robbed at this point of my intellectual property. (It's been a fee months..maybe I'm not trusting enough, until they actually tell me that is their intention I maybe putting undue stress on myself. I needed closet space.) But inspite of me not desiring them to feel used, I feel I may never see those old sketches or the newer ones I was preparing, or my old journals, which thankfully, most of it is documented here and elsewhere.

With Covid-19 hampering the market and money being tight you'd think art theft would take a chill pill, especially if the people holding your work told you it sucked and you could never sell in their establishment. Begs the question, *why would anyone still works of art they don't like or think to be beneath their own level and ability?*

I'd like to think it's cause I'm not a bad artist and the potential to increase their own clientele with my brand and labels was too much. That's only plausible if it's true I make works worth stealing.

My friends, not the ones that steal from me, but them too, insist that I complaine too much, I whine after I get drunk and I see the world in shades of grey that increase dark clouds around me.

It's not true. I see the world as it is and plan to document the twists and turns and make some money from it.

Considering we all have our own stories to share, I find the theft of art to be so unproductive and assanine that I never thought anyone would want to steal mine.

If they did not want to steal, you'd think they'd return a phone call.

Ever seen any body go all "Training Day" on someone over some effects that would be lost in a horrible fire had I ever been made to be homeless again?

So my latest presentations and articles have somewhat been centered around to my responses to the daily challenge of navigating life among those plagued by a Southener's education system, which is doomed before it begins, because it is built upon the notion that nothing moves forward in life without a master and subservient relationship.

Any steps towards equal footing or communicating as equals is squashed in grade school, and emphasised through most of their adult lives. I.e. it is strickly, taboo for a teacher to have sex with a student. Even in a University, where all involved are of legal fucking age. So French Connections, is my response to such hipocricies, built upon the idea that higher authorites, should not 'fratinize' with a lower class. This language, of class, master, servent, highs and lows, oppressed and the oppressor, is highly prevalent in the South and come out in my work at times.

Interracial relationships is highly frowned upon in secret amoung those I communicate with in this town, and thus town is no different than most states south of the Mason-Dixon Line. It has always driven me to extremes as a child and a grown man to prove to those that would make issues for lovers of different hues and specs to kiss and fondle one another in public spaces or even their private ones.

To know the notion of being an American and free, by constitional decree, to say what I wish, to assemble a crowd as I wish, to publish and proplogate a theme of discussion as I desire, without fear or reprisals or imprisonment or being accused of disturbing the peace of every day people with my written or illustrated material, is ignored or subject to be denied a person based on the highs and lows of a class system, or lack of adequate representation, meaning common interpretation of its meaning for a functional society; has always inspired me to say something, to do something to change the minds of people and open doors of pleasure once denied to another merely because of the whispered words of the envious or those whom see a black man like me and would deny a woman a taste of my cock for fear I'd stretch her vagina beyond recognition.

You know it got so bad in college and elsewhere in my life, that I could just take a woman out on a date, a woman of fairer skin, and her friends or on lookers would be so amused by the interaction for a while, encouraging the change and I could have been the perfect gentlemen and not take what was offered, and it would have been assumed as I drive her home, that she was plucked and of no good to anyone else after.

I think of those women at times and hiw hard it must have been to find another lover after me.

Now this occurance is not solely attributed to white women. For equally the ebony woman, the Spanish woman, and the Asian have found themselves for years after, we agreed to not see each other any more because of the shock my presence brings to their family and daily life, they seem unabe to come to terms with how to explain how and why they want, what is presented as a taboo fetish.

I've been reflecting a lot on how my life has built me and how it is that I can't agree with anything said on the National Public Radio Stations in regards to interracial, black, white, relations. It's all that is presented here, even the BBC is trying to insinuate the understand the race issues of America and can relate to defending their love for a black man or black woman, for the sex found between the lower class and that of the higher class, and I suppose they can here of such stories and dream those dreams, but for a Southerner, who lives in America and has been north, east, West and all the way to the nether shores of its borders, he still can understand why those who know him would have him arrested for the sexual exploits he would desire to pursue in the privacy of his own universe.

Since my last post, many of you may be wondering how my work is coming and or have I fallen off the Flat Earth, we live on.

SHORT ANSWER: No, and work is moving along as planned.

Long Answer: My current employers are seeking to use Covid 19 or my lack of production in concerns of their desires as reason to let me go. So my own personal projects: i.e. Every piece of satirical, and editorial, or comic, I have been working on is rather hampered. So in the night I produce layouts. When I can I finish a digital piece, yet refuse to post under the stress of caring for my elderly charge and the landscaping I've been doing for the past 4 years.

I still have to go to court when it opens back up for that damn DWI..that resulted in the destruction of my car: I am hoping for the best in that regard.

I still have to go to court for my recent Trespassing Charge, I received because I was seeking to sell of doing art work got ppl who were so uninterested in my solicitation: which is illegal in NC, and the greater US, that they called the cops aND they served me papers. The curse of being a black man in the Dirty South. And I have to go to court for the Restraining Order I flied against some idiot that's been trying to Squat in my back yard.

Now just is not the time to ask me why it's taking me so long to produce a panel, send Donations to @TomFulp... (Sorry Uncle Tom..you'll get paid soon)...neither if I've fallen off the map.

I'm hanging by a finger and when I make it over this mountain..I'll be sure to make a comic out of it.

I love those that continue to support me and love on me a little and even those that dont.

I'm not dead yet. Believe that.