I think I may start using my blog to post drafts of my up and coming comic book. Here goes page 1.
Once upon a time there was a twenty-nine-year old girl, a woman really, who yearned for the time when she was just a little baby. Though she always acted young and immature for her age, at this point in her life, just weeks before her thirtieth birthday, she wanted to regress back in time to when she was a language-less ball of fat who spoke only goobely-guk, whose mind was just ripe for the taking-over by the Romantics, the Indo-Europeans, or the Semites. But now she was all grown up (for the most part) and the mother of all languages, English, won the battle for her mind and tongue. It beat out all those other languages that surrounded that little tot during her formative years. It defeated Spanish, the language of her pre-school buddies and her city's mayor. It defeated Hebrew, her father's first language and her mother's third (or fourth). Whatever her mother's first language was, still unknown to her, it beat that too. It beat out French, Polish, and Yiddish, all languages that appeared in her home in one way or another during her formative and malleable years. Though despite the English victory decades earlier, this girl's mind still had a small arsenal of what remained hidden, a few leftover shells lay scattered in the folds. And though this small stockpile lay in wait, and was enough to begin a mini revolution of sorts, she ignored it all and went looking for more.
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