Retrospective in Comics

Crime spins around on the spider's web

Finger licking goodness with the turn over picking up a steady pace. From the wind goes flows to throw easy. Skill is in the blowing gusts that leaves leaves strewn in patterns of detail.

Ultimate Spider-Man #99

Confrontation and the gibbering mess of clones, clones and more clones. All over the book with a napkin to spare and wipe away the detail and excess goo in the creation of such. Faces squint with angst and anguish, questionable feeling of loss. That and the support of ghosts makes for a rising break to billow. Only are the faces on display, the emotional struggle within patently clear and there is nothing more than the wait for the break as the dams blow out in the times thereafter.

Fell #6

Innocuous shot in the arm as the saying goes, as the needle jacks in a splint that sickens from the bowels. Interest and the shock of a horror what strips away the decency of humanity leaves the art to deliver the shady world of Snowtown's unmarked. Strong on the outside, to keep them there, and the torture within is the kind of depravity that only seems to be a beat and a step away in this town.

Kabuki #7

Construction lies fallow with the thought and process of identity and purpose. Pieces start to drop precariously along one another. Pieces of fruit to make a salad of natural sweets and syrup what renders the tongue in a licking state of unrest and unknowing of the end. Ideas are to follow and the blue prints of such mere guidelines for keeping the self in check and in line for the destination further down the line.

Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man #12

Quick underlying jabs poke a rib cage to flex the muscle of popularity. One upping upper cuts a straight fist from below the smack a nice loosening of the jaw. A veritable smorgasbord of smoke and mirrors, illusions and trickery to fool the mind and the very eyes which peel away preconceptions of affected reality. Light and fleet on the trip.

The Cross Bronx #1

Strip away essences of clutter for the bare face of police investigation overlapping to nudge alongside the coffins of the fresh. There is a look of wanting to be more than the clumsy, the blind and the inept. There stands back a scene which sinks in with a lowered regard for humanity. On from all sides and the witch which burns a stake of vigil looks for one mighty throw down of vengeance.

Jack of Fables #2

Jack Frost, nimble and blunt, the star of a thousand tales and a quip or two from the lips that never shut up. Man of a thousand stories and maker of a fine trail to follow. His is a stride that is the kind to watch for all the self harm that falls upon the head. A chuckle, a lost buckle, and a suckle at the fairy tale teat brings about the kind of trip one pays eagerly to ride on again and again.

Soon Van - Friday, July 6, 2007 - 13:02

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