By Jimmers 0

[porcupine48]

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Edited June 5, 2011 by porcupine48

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C;mon gang,I look like I have a porcupine mask on!

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Unbeknown to him,she secretly was

coveting his comic books.Said she hated them,

despised them...they were his other woman.

All part of her plan to make him buy more..More..MORE!!

just to show that it was his money,his choice,HIS hobby.

So he bought and bought and bough broke,charged up the

charge cards until they were electric like Electro,stubborn like

a Rhino he paid those off and bought more,showing her each one,

pushing the limits,he could do anything,he was Supersnipe,the boy

with the most comics in the world....purchased a beauty of

a Church copy from Gentleman Z...just to show her...they were his.

The Charltons piled up,a few Timelys made timely appearances....

he even got books just for her,DC romance,1950's Archies.Anything

with a Werewolf,yet she kept her cool.Cool like the Rawhide Kid at a

showdown,like Sgt Rock in the thick of it.Like Peter Parker,Spectacular

Spiderman,cracking jokes whilst in battle with the Sinister Six.

He offered his Vampirella 1 to 85 collection for her to read.

Still,she would not love his comics.

Then the day came.He had secretly been saving for a copy of ASM

1 in fine to veryfine shape,and got one from one of the many fine

cool and great members of his "comicbookfacebook" as she called it.Half

of guide.He was jubilant.She was blase.So off to work went the porcupine

quills droopy,eyes moist.

Then he hurried home after his shift,eff that,he has a great comic to

celebrate,and boy is he(carefully) gonna read it.

He rushes up the creaky Victorian stairs to his Chinatown flat.

Sweating with excitement he heads directly to his comic book room.

The jaw drops.

There are only two comic books in sight.

The Archie marriage issue he bought her,and his low grade

TTA 48.She took the 9.6.

Scribbled across a Gerber fullback:

Thanks for the great collection sucker,I am eloping with 1million comix!!!

Shudder,what a horrible nightmare.....

[porcupine48]

Goodnight all.Pleasant dreams of comic books and

everything you ever wanted.

[porcupine48]

Being nice

is nice if you

have the

time

patience

heart left over

from crawling out

of bed

just to face your own

day

problems

worries

addictions

but everyone should

try it make an effort

the world spins on

its own and we

spin on our heads

but even just

refraining abstaining

from telling some soul

to rotate on and onwards

you can fill in

the blank generation

give it some colour

not from

language but

a smile a nice smile

nice

[thehumantorch]

New avatar?

 

Keep writing the poetry Jim, you've got some talent.

[porcupine48]

 

 

Registered: 12/15/08

Posts: 8048

Loc: THE SODA MINT KILLER

the dustmold grows

on my skin blue and green

colours of the hues

you once knew

and it itchyache flakes

and whispers to the

voices in my head

fibers gluing me

to the plaid chair like

velcro on the shoes

I wore in grade three

when we fought over

the chess board

and juice boxes were

all the new rage

I puff like one of

those brown field mushrooms

when I cough

and there is a greasy

film of it on the

television screen

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[lizards2]

Hey Jimmers - like my new avatar?

[porcupine48]

Hey Jimmers - like my new avatar?

yes,reminds me of a Ghoulie!

Anyone else remember that tounge tying classic?

[porcupine48]

A recycled comic shipping board

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this makes CG pleasant

tell me what you think

TA's were my first SA love...it all started with a copy of issue 93...the year was 1989...

the dust spiraled in the languid lazy summertime sunshine making its golden way

through the exhaust stained picture window of a half porn half comic book

used magazine store....my earlobe still stung from the safety pin I had stuck through my ear before hopping on my BMX bike to look for returnable bottles to bolster my funds for my uptown (FAR) old comic book fix...caught almost a fin in

deposit bottles found in the ditch and along the gravel of the mostly unfinished roads nearing the edge of the city...I sat down on the floor in front of a line of

more than a dozen beat up long boxes of comics,none with bags,boards or any sense of order at all,took a deep breath of stale old porno mags and mostly bronze age

Marvels and dug in with a smile...

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As he woke up tasting ashtray memories and feeling bitter cider blues

his stomach grumbled for a bowl of porcelain.

Out comes the percoset and hair of the dog ginger ale and rye.

Thunder of inner city construction synchronised with throbbing hunger dehydration

vitamin b100 b52 powerbombs the empty stomach followed by scottish style oats and bran flavoured heavily with single malt and a dash of ale.

Bagging and boarding for boredomes sweet mantra he hopes the unemployment cheque

arrives and slaps himself it is Sunday...god I hate Mondays and looking forward to one is just morbid..

he picks out a stack of 1980's era SGT ROCK and looks for the Ice Cream Soldier

washing his hands to keep the comics from the greasiness of his beard and hair he realizes nothing can be better,yet few things can be worse..but he feels nothing

is that so bad?

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please read please