ruff drafts

Help needed badly!

I am starting a project for a comic and need people i can talk to about the characters, that way i don’t get relationships and cultures wrong. I want to do my best to correctly portray different relationships. Send me an ask or fan mail to join my crew. PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO JOIN ME IN MAKING A WONDERFUL STORY!! People that join my team will be sent ruff drafts of the story and characters and will be expected to keep them secret. People who join my team will be able to summit ideas for characters too! I am looking for people who can help me understand and correctly portray:

  • polyamorous relationships
  • Gay
  • Lesbian
  • Demisexual
  • Pansexual
  • Asexual
  • Bisexual
  • Gender Fluid
  • Two-Spirit
  • Native Cultures
  • African Cultures
  • Medieval Cultures
  • Asian Cultures
  • Egyptian Cultures
  • Indian Cultures (India as the place)
  • An understanding of wildlife and the sea

If you have any knowledge or identify as these things and want to help me please get a hold of me. I need as much help as i can get! Thank you for taking the time to read this thing and if you could reblog this and help me spread that would be super awesome!!

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FADER MIX: PICTUREPLANE

TRACKLIST

CHILDREN OF THE CORN “THINK IT OVA”

RUFF DRAFT “CONSTANTLY THINKING” (GANGSTA WALK)

GANGSTA PAT “DEADLY VERSES”

TRIPLE 6 MAFIA “SLEEP”

DA CRIME CLICK “CLICKED UP MAKIN STANGZ”

ORANGE JUICE CLICK “REMINISCE”

DJ FELA “NO LOVE TO A HOE”

DELROY EDWARDS “BLOOD SWEAT TEARS” (RAW TO SURVIVE)

DJ PAUL & LORD INFAMOUS “TOO DEEP”

KINGPIN SKINNY PIMP “GOOD TO GO”

GANGSTA PAT “I WANNA SMOKE”

DJ PAUL & LORD INFAMOUS “SMOKE A SACK”

PLAYA FLY “CROWNIN ME”

BOBBY CALDWELL “DOWN 4 THA 3RD TIME” (SLOWED BY DELROY EDWARDS)

I do wish I could write you all a shy love letter. Do you remember when that happened to the moon? How the moon got drunk off some deep space debris, slurred and spun in upon us so startlingly close. Whispering of the late summer evenings and ice cold beer. The lake and the memory of water. Your skin and how it spoke, how it sang to us of sun and hunger.

How the moon got too close and our gravity lessened and we learned to let go of so many things, whether we wanted to or not. And how in our new found freedom, in our giggling gasp of buoyancy, time slowed down into a junkie nod until it bloomed backwards in and around itself. We became one again on the lake with the night and each other. How the silence held us, heavy in its luminous ache. The fruit of hunger. Of being eaten. Of devouring. Of being devoured. The joy weeping down our chin and arms.

We devoured the moon and the sun devoured us. And the stars fucked and sang an entirely new bible. It was a weekend back in the seventies when no one gave a fuck. The war was over and there was a new drug in town. A new sacrament where everything came undone and the night lasted forever.
Oh how I’ll always love you.