Archive for October, 2010

Kama Sutra St.

Posted in Gold and Blue and Gray, Isabald Monteclaire, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 26, 2010 by applecorecomics

Home.  Kama Sutra St.  I never thought I’d see it again.  The cold air stings my eyeballs and I wince when the ash from my cigarette burns my toes.  I shouldn’t have worn sandals on a snowy night like this.  The graveyard’s just around the corner.  I button my coat and walk into the mist.  When I get out of the mist I’ve transformed into a giant cockroach.  I always knew it would end this way…

Gloria couldn’t feel pain, you know.  He didn’t like to talk about it.  Thought people would think he was a freak.  I used to tease him about it, sure.  Should I feel bad?  I don’t.  He always looked down on me.  Even though I was rich and he was poor.  I never understood why I let it bother me.  But I was bigger than him, and I used that to my advantage.  Though, to tell the truth, we were pretty evenly matched, fighting style-wise.  I used the Dragon stance, he the Wildabeast stance.  We would pose and have a friend take polaroids, then ask the locals who they thought looked fiercer.  I always won.  Those days, they sound bad, but looking back, both of us being greased down by widowed maids who needed the money, those days weren’t so bad.  At least we had eachother.

Horror Hospital Vol 11

Posted in Gold and Blue and Gray, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 16, 2010 by applecorecomics

A cross in the hall split the walkway.

“After the third Coke machine on your left you’ve gone too far” said the fat Obstetrician.

“After the third…” said Cindy.  The wheelchair squeaked and squeaked under her.  To her left a Coke machine passed her by.  The hands on her chair’s handles were squeezed tight.  She looked up so her face was upside down to the male nurse.  He smiled.

His cock became rigid and armored like a beetle.  It tore through the back of the chair and Cindy’s collar bone.  Bending at the joint, it came backward and forced its sharp beak into her temple.  The fat Obstetrician sputtered and dropped her box of popcorn.

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Seventeen and Sexy as Hell

Posted in Gold and Blue and Gray, Isabald Monteclaire, Uncategorized on October 13, 2010 by applecorecomics

“Issy,” my friend asked me once, “what’s it like, being famous?”  I told him it was a blessing and a curse.  Sure, they hang on your every word, but after a while all the pampering and free drinks take their toll and you just want to get away somewhere.  Away from all the poprazzi and British royal families with their dogs and their powdered genitals.  That’s why I’m leaving tomorrow and never coming back.  This blog has had it, anyway.  You want to know what happens next?  Well you can’t know.  That’s life.  Gloria’s never coming back.

Hey, I’m back.  Sorry for the long wait, I’ve been updating regularly on FlyingOskar.com.  I’m linking to it as well as AppleCoreComics at the bottom of posts now.  If you read posts by me from there (just click on the “comics” link on the menu bar, all my posts are there) you’ll see I’m working on a new comic project that’s taking up all my time.  I may have mentioned it on here before, I really can’t remember.  I’m gonna be updating Gold and Blue and Gray and The Spikelord and his Sunday Morning Warship occasionally, but I’ve got a year to do “Unicorns.”  For updates on that project, check FlyingOskar.

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Quarterly Changes

Posted in Isabald Monteclaire, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 11, 2010 by applecorecomics

After a while it gets tiring rubbing out the ejaculate.  That’s when you have to take stock of your situation and say to yourself “It’s about time I put down this shovel and pick up a rag and clean the crud off my damn sports car.”  That sums up the past month or so in a nutshell pretty much.  I don’t expect you to understand.  Just take all this in the spirit with which it was given:

Gloria Farmer is dead.  I hate to break it to you.  I’m also the one who killed him.  Yes.  It is I.  Isabald Monteclaire.  Where have I been?  I was never gone.  It’s always been me posting this blog.  There never was a Gloria Farmer.  I made it all up. For one purpose.  To tell you the truth.

Apples and oranges are simply a terrorist plot designed to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids.

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