So I just sat down the other night and thought “Oh hey! I could use all my imaginary friends in a non-sense comic that can make sense in a sense!”, so I thought about my imaginary zombie and a hole (There’s also a washing machine, a clothes hanger and others), but this is it for now, just four simple panels.
Me (Qatatino – my Italian name for Qatato) and my twisted fuc#ked up friends (I like it when people insert symbols like @ or # into words like fuck or shit then they think they are not offensive anymore, cool, eh?)
(Qatatino is perceived as an attention seeker, like he does not have his own character away from the absurd validation of others, but hey, he has his imaginary friends for that! the rest is just a good act)
