Voices In My Head #11

Well, It's been a while but finally, I have found the meaning of life and the answer is... Oh no I forgot it. Oh well, I don't think it was really that important anyway. Today's issue brings us to the famous author Jhonen Vasquez, the creator of Johnny the Homicdial Maniac, Happy Noodle Boy, Psycho Doughboy/ Mr. Eff, and of course Nail Bunny. SO I bring you a little insite to the man who creates the coolest things next to sqweezy cheese.


It's 4 a.m. and the sky is beautiful up and away from this
room and this bed and this oppressive inevitability of sleep.
I HATE SLEEP. But sleep always comes (that or madness.)
Fighting off a heavy eyelid gets lonely. But spending time
this way does allow you some insight on certain things, though
perhaps trivial, as most things tend to be...

-Jhonen Vasquez, A General Sense of: Contempt, JTHM #1


So I'm happy just to drive up some winding road and look up at whatever's above me - stars, moons, Purple horseshoes. But I've gone off on a tangent, haven't I?
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-Jhonen Vasquez, A Transient Smile, JTHM #3


To say one "knows" some thing is deceptive, for, what they really seem to be doing is trusting in a concept, an ideal, all the while never truly knowing the object being referred to, but trusting in the explanations fed to them in association with that object. It's like never, honestly, seeing something, rather only using our eyes to see the colored light bouncing off the of it's surfaces. Descartes looked out side of his window, and questioned how he could know that the people walking below were not metal machines in human guise, and he, then, proceeded to establish some system for knowing "what is real" to him. Well hooray for Descartes, but what about someone with absolutely no stable standing point from which to assess the rest of the world? Where is the value in a life in total questioning of ITSELF with NEVER a particular belief with which to keep buoyant. Reality is a but a bridge suspended, solely, by the belief of those who must traverse it... I do not adore death as if I were some idiot groupie to the lead singer in a band. I approach it with the mixture of fascination/terror/icy speculation of someone who really knows nothing. I trust, only enough, to know that I like myself too much to even consider bringing about my own demise.... But, then again, what do I know?

-Jhonen Vasquez, An Ascent in Hell, JTHM #5


"Just do it... nobody cares at all"
-Trent Reznor (NIN), unfinished song for "the downward spiral"


"What is.. is"
-Old Askani Proverb


Well that's this weeks issue, that's right, do to time being limited (the same can be said about my sanity) I am hoping to put out a new issue every week so stay glued to your seat and wait (Is that super glue on your chair???)