אני הלך אליו והוא לא ישוב אלי

CHAPTER 1

“It sucks that I understand Time Cube and as such cannot avoid becoming a genocidal dictator,” young Paul Atreides said to himself. “For me. Moral complexity is such a burden.”

CHAPTER 2

anything for you darling

CHAPTER 1

“The fact that I will commit unspeakable genocide and lead a holy war across the galaxy is very bad,” said young Paul Atreides. “For me.”

“I too feel morally conflicted by my role in a ruthless eugenics program,” admitted his mother, the Lady Jessica. “Does that make me a bad mother? Who can say….”

At that moment the Duke Leto Atreides returned home from a grueling day churning out propaganda to convince his troops that he was worth dying for. His regal face was lined with deep moral complexities. “It’s tough when you’re me and everybody wants to fuck you so so bad,” he said. “But that’s the price I must pay for the future well-being of my ancestral house.” He sighed, deep and melancholy. When was the last time he’d thrown around the old pigskin with his boy? Would he ever get the chance again…?

That’s fully-manual ascetic space feudalism for you, he thought libertarianally.

Paul looked around the room and was struck by the sudden and horrific realization that he was the smartest person to ever live, and that even his own loving mother and father could never hope to understand Time Cube.

But that’s a problem for another day, Paul decided, not for the last time.

CHAPTER 2

“It’s a beautiful day to be grossnasty, don’t you think?” said the Baron Harkonnen homosexually as he surveyed the ravaged landscape beyond the window. Acid rain pelted against the glass and melted the flesh off the shrieking peasants below.

“Sure. Whatever,” said Feyd-Rautha, not looking up from his sketchbook, upon which he had scrawled the words ‘I love killing and maiming’ in large bubble letters.

“A-h-h,” said the Baron. “That was a trick question: every day is a beautiful day for being grossnasty. You must learn this lesson well, nephew, if you ever hope to get anywhere in life. Piter, what are you doing over there with that huge and evil brain of yours?”

The mentat violated the Hays Code six times in the few seconds it took him to reply. “I’m calculating a mathematically perfect slur for orphans,” he said in a gay voice. “Just as you requested.”

@don-quixote-and-sancho

On June 1st 2018, I told my mum that I had something to tell her. I got too nervous though, and fled to my bedroom without explaining myself. Later that night, I went to bed. Unbeknownst to me, somebody sent her Angry Birds Red x Chuck pride month yaoi while I was sleeping, which made her aware to the existence of pride month. She connected the dots between me having something to tell her, and the Angry Birds yaoi on her screen.

Have you guys seen that clip

A disturbing look into the psychology of antisemitism.

02

My lovely valentine.

Under your skins, bright red shines

Mold to shape, tender and soft

Warmth and nice or it once was

Darling valentine forgive me please

The sharp knife is all I need

A Pang of pain! Blood runs down

From a hand we held for hours.

Beautiful valentine, my love, I promise

You won’t feel a thing when the wound is stitched

Cause’ your blood will rest in my veins

And your warmth will make me whole again.

My last copy of my zine was sold out last weekend. I figured I wanted to share all of the illustrations and poems I made. I hope you’d like them :)

"If it's any consolation, you will be hailed as a hero"

Marjane Satrapi, Iranian-French author of graphic novel 'Persepolis', dies aged 56 - https://www.reuters.com/business/media-telecom/marjane-satrapi-iranian-french-author-graphic-novel-persepolis-dies-aged-56-2026-06-04/