I wanna show them being a really wonderful, peaceful, loving person but then acting like a piece of shit. I need to make an unlikable character to show what really happened to me with the comedic tone I want. OLEVAU page 1 where should our story start? me running away to the city? me getting dropped off in the city? me getting the first big inspiration that life was really worth it? i mean, all of the characters are me. they’re literally just me. nothing in this story is real. page 2 in this story, the characters will die. you will see them die at the end. or before the end. i haven’t decided yet. page 3 you get dropped off. page 4 you love a good cliche. cliches can be used to mislead and avoid the truth, which you make a profession out of. RUSEMAN that could be my name. page 5 i remember walking here but i choose to forget. being outside is like an infinite waiting room. nothing ever happens. you are uncomfortable and there are gross strangers around. page 6 he looks like my dad. page 7 [guy steals bike happen] page 8 page 9 page 10 [long ride happen] page 11 page 12 page 13 [grocery store happen] page 14 page 15 page 16 page 17 [the lion king] page 18 page 19 page 20 [feeling nostalgic for the time in the past when you dreamed of the future you are in now] page 21 ABANDONED GHOSTS page 22 uncomfortable in a parking garage. aesthetic. page 23 [sleeps] page 24 [wakes up] page 25 [sit there for even longer] page 26 [have to pee] page 27 [smell like pee now.] page 28 [getting a chain to chain the bike to myself.] page 29 [i am handcuffed to another dude.] page 30 [i am handcuffed to the bed but not in a sexy way.] why do people find this sexual? page 31 [sleep] page 32 [the bike is gone.] a pack of newports is on the floor. page 33 [doing the math. karma.] KARMA page 34 smell like pee => smoke a cigarette page 35 [reaches into pocket for matches] cats are often known to smoke cigarettes to cover the smell of pee. wait, that’s not right. cats are known to spray to mark their smell. they smell like pee on purpose. so am i human? BULGEREEK page 36 [breaking into lyric to shower.] ~~~~~ next scene will be something else. i haven’t decided yet We will meet Austin and that shows us how we’re gay. It has to be something masculine, like, smoking and cars. obvious. first i will tell the story of how olevau was born. i met two boys and this is how the idea of using two opposing character colors was born. i’m not sure if they were ever actually wearing red and blue but this is how i saw them. i knew that if i was in love, it wouldn’t make sense. if i ever met a real friend, i would just know them. i would know by their eyes. i was thinking of someone else. i wanted to look into their eyes most of all. i felt like if i didn’t look into their eyes first, and someone else looked into my eyes first, something would be lost. but i looked into carl’s eyes first. [imagery] i know we’re not characters, this is real life. but my mom always taught me we come from space. the character of the bland older white man. he always says some inoffensive yet noncommittal if anything problematic is exposed when advice is needed he gives generic masculine advice based on values from an antiquated time probably has a grandfather that was raised in the 50s yet has good american morals black man spiritual yet grounded in reality, his demeanor is never too effacing, yet mild. he has a hidden desire that sometimes gives rise to fits of inspiration but can be sublimated as anger or a bitter sense of humor his greatest love is for his people or himself as a reflection of himself/his people it is a mirror… the thinking man man loves to enjoy the good things in life and kick back. and the irony of also pride in his work and energy, his testosterone these are both self-serving things but is different in the black man vs. white man ( in america ) the black man has a spiritual sense of being owed something but man can also transcend the material what looks morally good is for the white man to be self effacing and the black man to be entitled but it often doesn’t work out that way Cis Men he starts out with a shirt and a leather jacket and a large backpack. he gets a bike he looks homeless as fuck for a while and he is spun out. he meets the car dealer the hippies and the drug dealers then he gets a little red backpack. he gets a tent in the woods he steals several clothes to not look homeless [? afraid of frogs. in the rain. with hippies] then he meets a lot of friends to stay at their apartments. he meets girls for the first time then he gets a clear backack then he starts going to lots of parties he meets trans people but it’s sinister he gets fed acid at a party and he FEELS R*ben he is then activated ??? stuff happens he gets the idea to go to space before i ever left i created a new design. i decided to change my drawing style, not to something made of smoke, but something full and thick. just like the idols i saw on the internet. this is the first time i truly started loving myself. i drew myself as an angel. i drew myself crying. i had never seen sadcloud or the fallen angel by alexandre cabanel. it was just one of those convergent moments where i was alive in a world that felt. i came to the same idea again because i’m human. and when i saw those crying eyes in the city i thought it was me, somehow. before that. i came here because of magic. i know that. i manifested this ever since i was a kid. three rabbits, japes. those were my first tags and i imbued them with magic. i called upon the goddess of chaos, eris. i was so curious and shy about the god mercury. i named my first skateboard hermes. it was a bit of a joke since that board was trash. but it was also serious. i named myself moose after my first memory. i was sitting on my mom’s lap watching northern exposure and i realized i knew the word for what i was seeing. it all seems so lame but it was treasure to me. i filched joy from the ether because i needed to desperately. i was loving myself even though something in me hated me. [imagery] before i left i had a dream. i picked up a raw diamond and put it in my pocket. later, i [imagery; luke burying the diamond] found a [luke showing bubblegum the diamond] diamond in [imagery; luke leaving everything in the park] golden gate park. everything was guided by magic to me. i didn’t believe because i knew. you don’t have to believe in something you just know.