I miss Achewood. I miss miss miss miss miss miss Achewood. Let's tell the man what he needs to know.
LOVE POEM FOR CHRIS ONSTAD
Chris Onstad come back we love you
Chris Onstad are you okay we love you
We would shine your shoes with our tongues we love you
Alive stuffed animals are gathering dust, they pile
on our beds and keep us from sleeping, how are we
supposed to have any kind of sex with these
stuffed animals staring and saying nothing
Roast Beef is spreading like a fog over the world
His smaller font crawls in the fields; there are very few fully-
ended sentences; we are all from his Circumstances now
Philippe is no longer just five, he is five and one month of silence
Soon he will be able to sound out a few words, soon
he will know you have stopped writing words for him
One lamp for sadness is called the Sun, it reaches down
its what to touch us, I steadfastly refuse to use the word ray,
the light is good and we can read, please come
Outside Chris Onstad
8 comments:
Hear, hear! I'd rather not that Onstad take Philippe down with him like an Egyptian Emperor.
AMEN
Achewood is my favorite, or I should say, used to be my favorite.
BTW, have you ever successfully introduced someone to Achewood? I haven't.
I even tried introducing my ex-boyfriend to the comic about once a week, and it never won him over. I wouldn't give up!
I suspect Achewood fans are born that way or something.
Yes Achewood inspires STRONG FEELINGS one way or the other
I have turned people on to Achewood, but mostly they were people I was Kindred With who just weren't very familiar with internet comics, so I could generally predict their reactions in advance
"Hey, look! We're back!"
By that infallible law called post hoc ergo propter hoc, it was surely your poem that roused Onstad from his tent. You have the thanks of a grateful nation, Tricia.
I TOTALLY DID IT I KNOW
Thanks to you, we're going to get to see competitive urination!
YES I DID THAT
SSSSSSSS I WIN
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