They told us to duck and cover. They told us to run for our lives at the sounds of the sirens, from the winds that whipped around us. You ran for cover and you called to me and told me to follow, but baby what you don’t understand is I am the storm they are telling you to run from. I am the hurricane that is drowning houses as we speak. I am the tornado ripping apart homes, I am the tsunami taking the lives of the people around me. The sirens are screams of people telling you to leave. The wind is trying to drag your innocence from my grasp. And the rain are the tears I have shed because I continue to push the best things in my life away from me. So listen to the warning, listen to the sirens, but if you listen to them you have to listen to me too. The storm won’t last forever. Soon the sirens will silence. The winds will calm. And the rain will cease to fall, but I will always love you.
Callie isn’t under mind control or salty about the last splatfest, she’s just gonna throw a surprise birthday party for Marie. Cap’n Cuttlefish is in it and so is DJ Ocatavio since the octarians have made peace after the first hero story.
Welp - I promised myself to include all parts of my uni experience both good and bad in this comic and to give an honest reflection of my experience, which includes THIS part of it - My degree show opening night was leading up to be one of the most important days of my educational career, and it ended up being the worst. What I will say though…. Fundee isn’t over yet. :)
I sat outside my front window…this story’s going somewhere: “He’s well hung,” and I am hanging up. Well there’s a song on the radio that says: “Let’s get this party started.” So let’s get this party started.
it’s been completely uneventful and dead the entire morning at work (which is rare), and someone (or some-THING) just phoned the house and no one responded when i picked up EXCEPT after 5 seconds of silence at which point an automated voice said “goodbye” in a weird tone.