Cosmic Connection To Comic Book Heroes…


So this kind of blew my mind…

I’m a Scorpio with two brothers: One Virgo. One Libra. I have a very dark personality that became more prominent after a major “death in the family”. My disposition towards those who prey on the weak sometimes urges me to do very bad things towards those individuals…much like Batman.

My brother the Virgo, has a temper that can go from 0 to 600, always brawling in his younger days, never afraid to face anyone or anything…much like Wolverine.

And my other brother, the Libra was a soldier…much like Captain America.

Is it just one big coincidence revolving around me, or does anyone else see themselves in there?

Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came…


Burningly it came on me all at once,
This was the place! those two hills on the right,
Crouched like two bulls locked horn in horn in fight;
While to the left, a tall scalped mountain … Dunce,
Dotard, a-dozing at the very nonce,
After a life spent training for the sight!

What in the midst lay but the Tower itself?
The round squat turret, blind as the fool’s heart,
Built of brown stone, without a counter-part
In the whole world. The tempest’s mocking elf
Points to the shipman thus the unseen shelf
He strikes on, only when the timbers start.

Not see? because of night perhaps?—why, day
Came back again for that! before it left,
The dying sunset kindled through a cleft:
The hills, like giants at a hunting, lay,
Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay,—
“Now stab and end the creature—to the heft!”

Not hear? when noise was everywhere! it tolled
Increasing like a bell. Names in my ears
Of all the lost adventurers my peers,—
How such a one was strong, and such was bold,
And such was fortunate, yet, each of old
Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

There they stood, ranged along the hill-sides, met
To view the last of me, a living frame
For one more picture! in a sheet of flame
I saw them and I knew them all. And yet
Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
And blew. “_Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came._”

This is an excerpt from the Robert Browning poem that inspired Stephen Kings magnum opus, The Dark Tower.


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Spock and Spock Prime


Whether it be classic toys, retro cartoons, sci-fi tv show or comic book characters…I LOVE ALTERNATE CHARACTERS! I’ve always wondered about the different versions of me in multiple universes and how they live their lives. Am I evil in one world? Rich in another? Dead? Either way, I am extremely fascinated with the duality that comes from the fakers alternate versions of heroes and villains.



John Locke/Man In Black




Walter Bishop/Walternate


He-Man/Faker He-Man


Special Agent Dale Cooper/Black Lodge Dale Cooper





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Artwork by Jim Aparo


Growing up in the 80’s was pretty awesome…not gonna lie. I was never into comics when I was younger but my oldest brother was an avid collector. These were his precious and he was an absolute Gollum, when it came to his comics. Even now in his 40’s, he has them  all boxed away, safely sealed in plastic and there are some CLASSICS! Even though I wasn’t allowed to touch them, if he came across something totally radical (a bit of 80’s lingo there for ya) like Wolverine getting his adamantium claws in “Weapon X” or the first appearance of Spider-Man’s black suit in “The Amazing Spider-Man #252”, he would show me the artwork.

Sometimes, the content was a bit over my head, so I would just get the gist through the drawings. One day he came home very excited about a comic he had been eagerly anticipating and just purchased. I saw the brown paper bag and for some uncontrollable reason, I too became very giddy wondering what comic it was. My favorite super heroes in those days were Batman and Superman…maybe Batman a bit more…actually yes…a lot more, so when he slowly pulled out the first issue and I saw the cover of the  morbidly dark Batman comic, I was confused and a disturbed.

“Why was Batman holding a bloodied Robin?” I asked.

My brother, a twisted individual, smiled and said with delight, “Reeeeaad the tiiiiitlllle…” (did I mention my brother talks reeeeeeeaaaaaallllll slow like gumshoe or sadistic mobster from the 30’s?)

I read the title:


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