Tag Archives: Celebration

Tumblevision #44

I’m nearly done updating the original ‘Crumble Cult’ webcomic, and it’ll be back online soon. So, look out for that.

It’s shocking how personal I got with this project, as it touches on matters such as clinical depression, religious deconstruction and suicidal ideation—you know, the fun stuff we all like to not talk about. 🙄

And yet, somehow, I managed to infuse it all with some whimsy and magical realism too. So, I feel somewhat… well, proud of that?! Damn, that feels weird to say.

This webcomic took me three years to produce, and it was never completed. I hope to one day but for now the graphic novel must come first. More thoughts later.

by TONY SINGLE
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Tumblevision #43

There is only one of these childhood treasures left now. Rest in peace, Mr Oddie. 😔

by TONY SINGLE
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Tumblevision #42

We’re coming to the end of Pride Month now. I wish we could officially celebrate our LGBTQIA+ friends all year round. Oh well, we’ll just keep doing that unofficially then. Y’all are totally metal!

by TONY SINGLE
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bosom garden

i hid a frosted rosehip in my jacket pocket
and dreamt one day it would bloom on my chest
warmed through from its roots around my heart

and i dreamt i would walk for days
and i dreamt i would show them all
the expansive allure of my love

i would protect its fragile petals from the chill
of unkind eyes and the grasp of repressive hands
warmed instead from the light of open hearts

and i dreamt i would walk for gays
and i dreamt i would show het al
the expansive allure of love

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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life, death & rollick

maybe we can all be pretty
& live our lives in sumptuous sin
the world’s troubles all so petty
ain’t worth a wrinkle on our smooth skin

futility is the language of
those who damn themselves
let’s make sprees & merry whoopees
over the slough of despond

& even when old age outruns us
ageless wonder inside shall bloom
we’ll indulge in all the fun and fuss
ignore that tired-from-waiting tomb

futility is the language of
those who damn themselves
let’s make sprees & merry whoopees
over the slough of despond

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024