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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 6h

part 44 of 47 “Sketchbook Comic: Book 3” is my personal sketchbook, where I juxtapose my art with writing about my experiences as a non-binary, chronically ill person. re-releasing this in advance of a print run! read the rest on my website, or support my patreon - links in bio!

In this section, close up textures of fabric are drawn. On this page, the cuff of a sweater, with the detailed jumbled weave and a bit of arm hair leading into it. Writing starts: I want to seek comfort, even if it is perverse.

The thick seam of jeans with various ripples of fabric leading into it. Folds, folds. Text continues: even if my mom worked hard to get me well, I want to find comfort in sickness.

Gentle folds, sharp ones with a seam running through. Text says: I want to love people, and be loved. To look in the mirror, and figure out how to love myself.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

part 43 of 47 “Sketchbook Comic: Book 3” is my personal sketchbook, where I juxtapose my art with writing about my experiences as a non-binary, chronically ill person. re-releasing this in advance of a print run! read the rest on my website, or support my patreon - links in bio!

In this section, drawings of parts of the face are layered on top of each other, including white shading lines. Each drawing is showing different parts of they body, just stacked up on top of each other. In this page, a tall panel shows the side of a face, a nose and eye, and a neck and ear. Text starts: I make myself uncomfortable in the mirror. And in some way, that is a comfort.

An eye, a mouth, the bridge of a nose, stacked on top of each other in a way that makes it almost feel like a weird face. Text says: a rebellion against myself. Below, a nose, an ear, a mouth that feel very disconnected.

A nose, another nose, a close up of an eye. The bridge of a nose, an eye, an ear. It is all disorienting to interpret. In quotes, text says: I will exist in contradiction. I will not wait for clarity of purpose, for purity.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

A one page piece I did for an art show once and it was all so fast that it never got scanned. My partner at the time must have seen it and had feelings haha. More How to Rest next month...!

A drawing with elements of acrylic and watercolor painting depicting a hand holding a simple glass of water. Handwritten text appears around the glass and hand, each line spaced out from each other. It reads: how do you, speak of me, to your friends, who I am never up to seeing. And then below the cup, it continues: how much of me is, created, when I am not around. The fingers distort a little as they are seen through the water, and strokes of light paint move out from the central drawing as if all else falls out of vision except the contemplation of glass and water.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

part 42 of 47 “Sketchbook Comic: Book 3” is my personal sketchbook, where I juxtapose my art with writing about my experiences as a non-binary, chronically ill person. re-releasing this in advance of a print run! read the rest on my website, or support my patreon - links in bio!

In this section, figure drawings seem to split apart into strands or ribbons. We see fingers split apart into waving lines like grass. A torso a neck turning into sharp, long shapes. Writing starts: like is there even a state of being, where, I get to be okay? Is there an ideal state.

The ribbons seem to stand in front of a chest, where a head would be. Feet leading up to legs that split apart into strands. Text continues: bleh, sounds so much like whining. Whatever, whatever.

A hand that is full, that isn’t being split apart at all. And then just many strands of white and gray where the hand was. Writing concludes: maybe life just is compromise, maybe that is fine.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

This month has a zine about writhing about in bed! Rest mode, or just bad day mode. The days you want to forget about. But maybe there’s a wisdom in them too? Get a copy on my patreon $20 tier (or $1 discounted slots, while they are still there).

A color zine has been laid out on a patch of concrete that shows many different repairs and colorations. At the top it says the artists name, kimball anderson. And below a nude self portrait from above of them lying down. Their knees are drawn in a bit, and one arm holds up their head while the other covers their face. The drawing is sketchy and vibrantly colored, and the background is a chaotic dark expanse. At the bottom in multicolored text it says: writhing.

The zine is open to two pages, both containing a self portrait and multi-colored text. The first one the figure is lying on their stomach, rubbing their face into an unseen pillow. The writing says: no just go, have fun, it is fine. The second page the figure is on their back, knee up and arms behind the head. The pose would be revealing if not for the vague sketchy style that washes out the detail on their body, and makes their face almost formless. Writing reads: I feel, I feel.

Two pages of the zine, but these two are mainly white text with no art. On a grainy dark surface, a paragraph of text reads: In that self that just writhes miserably in bed, sometimes there is a peace that is so uncommon and precious. Surrender, acceptance, whatever you want to call it. It is something that a lot of us run from our whole lives until we are forced to give in. On the next page it says: it is easy to forget how important it is.

Back to another set of two pages open on the concrete. On the left page, they are almost culred up in a ball on their side, hands over face. The writing says: it, uhh, it, um. On the right, a twisted body, legs lying on their side, face rubbing up into the invisible pillow. Text continues: no sorry, I do not know, sorry.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

part 41 of 47 “Sketchbook Comic: Book 3” is my personal sketchbook, where I juxtapose my art with writing about my experiences as a non-binary, chronically ill person. re-releasing this in advance of a print run! read the rest on my website, or support my patreon - links in bio!

In this section amorphous green figures are covered with sickly green and slashed with red. A figure stands and looks at us, with a strange soft body and eyeless face. It stands flimsily on the ground beneath it. Text starts: nothing, exposed to the world, no coping mechanisms, no way to manage.

This strange being with an almost impossible to parse face, with red lines like small cuts. A weak and tired hand. Writing continues: authentic and true, weak and strong, pure. Ugh, purity, whatever.

It holds itself up off the ground with pained arms. It curls in on itself. Text concludes: wash everything I am away, and I will stand there, neutral and destroyed.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

part 40 of 47 “Sketchbook Comic: Book 3” is my personal sketchbook, where I juxtapose my art with writing about my experiences as a non-binary, chronically ill person. re-releasing this in advance of a print run! read the rest on my website, or support my patreon - links in bio!

In this section, as in an earlier section, there are drawings that seem partially erased by a white cloud. This time it’s detailed hands disappearing. Hands held out like when you look down at your own hands. Text starts: wash it all away, all of my sickness, all of my life.

Close ups on the hands, the nail beds, the creases at the bend in the fingers. Text concludes: and I will stand here, and I will be, nothing.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

And these ones all together! I was experimenting with which markers to use on this page so there's a lot more variety in the colors and the lines. This whole series always makes me happy so I'm glad to get to share it with more people now!

4 drawings of Ruby together on one page in a variety of cool tones with yellow accents. In the first, she holds up the skirt and moves the soft ribbed texture across her stomach. In the second she flutters the skirt more and shows a lot of leg. The last two are smaller and simpler: Ruby twists her torso while raising the skirt, then holds it up in front of her chest with one leg pointed elegantly on toetip.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

This is how they look on the page! These two are a matching set, drawn with the same blue ball-point and shaded with light blue, dark blue, magenta, and a touch of red on the hair. Plus a fair amount of white paint-pen touch ups on the glasses and dress folds.

The two matching magenta and light blue drawings of Ruby side by side. On the left, she holds the skirt of the dress out from her body, and pn the right, she prances while twirling the skirt around her. The background light source is suggested with faint cyan shadows scribbled on the ground.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

In the original photos, she's actually wearing a light yellow dress with a dramatic spotlight behind her. Since most of my yellow markers had dried up I had fun with exaggerating the cooler colors and the contrast of the shadows.

A smaller Ruby drawing, where she twists while holding out the skirt with a dreamy expression. It's lined with thick dark purple marker strokes and her skin is lavender.

2nd smaller Ruby drawing holding up her skirt with one foot on toe-tip, where the yellow back lighting is very prominent. It's all lined in thick blue marker.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

Did all these with a combo of felt-tip markers, alcohol based markers, blue ball-point pen, and white paint-pen on top on plain ol' printer paper.

Ruby glancing away from the viewer thoughtfully, her head surrounded by stray test scribbles. She moves the soft ribbed texture of the skirt across her stomach, magenta light and blue shadows dancing folds in tiny scribbly strokes. Yellow light catches in the dress where it is held away from her body.

Ruby drawing in magentas and blues, where she holds the skirt away from her body while staring off into the distance mysteriously. Lots of white paint pen marks accent the dress folds as well her glasses and face. Her lower body is a dark blue shadow beneath the dress.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

Joyful dancer marker drawings by Laurel, based on a @fugitiverabbit.com photoset via FatPhotoRef! I highly recommend Ruby's work - you can download her entire archive of excellent photo refs on a sliding scale on her page.

Close-up of Ruby, a fat woman in a translucent, ruffled skirt, drawn with magenta and blue markers. She's smiling and holding out the edges of her skirt in a charming curtsy as she twists and shimmies.

Close-up drawing of Ruby, now smiling playfully at the viewer and pulling up her skirt daintily. She is mostly lavender shades with cyan shadows and intense yellow from the light source behind her.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

part 39 of 47 “Sketchbook Comic: Book 3” is my personal sketchbook, where I juxtapose my art with writing about my experiences as a non-binary, chronically ill person. re-releasing this in advance of a print run! read the rest on my website, or support my patreon - links in bio!

In this section, small gray and white marks collect in abstract constellations. They seem like they are in a chaotic dance with each other. Text starts: if I became well, suddenly my hard won accomplishments, would be so small.

Speckles crowd more and more into the panels, until they fill every part with a torrent of activity. Writing continues: oh, are you an analytical type? Well, nothing on your resume says that, so.

The specks start to look like a crowd gathered in a circle around something, like a rapt crowd from afar. The text says: not like my art really ever made me money. Not like my writing ever really took off.

The white and gray specks separate now, and spiral around each other in shapes like a murmuration of birds. Writing reads: no real schooling to my name, no job experience.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

Kimball & I just sent out copies for all our Get New Releases and Monthly Mailings subs (who also get How To Rest #8), so keep an eye on your mailboxes if that's you. Soon I will also do some bulk mailings for folks interested in distributing (priority to mask blocs/mutual aid groups).

The back covers of the English and French versions of the zine together on the striped cloth. It says A Handy Scientific Guide to Surviving COVID-19 Together and has a tiny me magnifying SARS-COV-2 particles flying towards a brain, and a closeup of two hands sharing an N95.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

Look how beautiful @cerealeatingskull.bsky.social's hand-lettering came out...! And the tiny Eiffel tower! Also, now you can enjoy my favorite character, Baby Who Loves Not Having COVID....en français.

The title page for Pourquoi Porter Un Masque, crediting the Translation Team of Eli, Neptune, Jibe, and Alex next to a little drawing of the Eiffel Tower. It's starring me, Laurel, depicted hiding in my house from a huge SARS-CoV-2 viron while sweating bullets. It's also a Handy Guide For Surviving COVID-19 together.

French-translated page saying COVID-19 is an airbourne illness over an illustration of a person sneezing out a 6 meter wide plume of hand-labeled respiratory particles. The biggest and heaviest visible droplets fly out of their nose and mouth and land close by.

French translated page about layered protection methods, visualized by slices of Swiss cheese protecting a baby that says it loves not having COVID. The layers include limiting exposure, masking, air filtration, quarantining when exposed, and vaccines. There's a little bit of the protestor illustration on the next page with hand-lettered signs.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

Exciting news - we finally printed the 2026 edition of our free COVID science zine, including the French version! I can't thank the Translation Team (Eli, Neptune, Jibé, and @cerealeatingskull.bsky.social) enough. Anyone want free copies (inside the continental "usa") for distributing?

Two printed copies of Why We Mask #1: Its Not Just A Cold by Laurel Lynn Leake, one in English and one in French, laying on a red striped cloth. A Black server in a respirator gives a weary side-eye to three customers breathing and sneezing nasty particles all over each other.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

part 38 of 47 “Sketchbook Comic: Book 3” is my personal sketchbook, where I juxtapose my art with writing about my experiences as a non-binary, chronically ill person. re-releasing this in advance of a print run! read the rest on my website, or support my patreon - links in bio!

In this section the panels are filled with realistic drawings of birds in flight. On this page, they are hawks with wide wings speckled black and white. We see one soaring, and another turning. The writing starts: I have built a life here though, in the illness. Built parts of myself I am proud of.

Smaller birds are on this page, birds with wings up at the apex of their flap. Text continues: all of this self I have built for health management, for analysis, for understanding and reacting to the tiny sensations, that warn of health concerns.

One tall panel stretches from the top to bottom of the page, with a drawing of a seagull mid-turn with almost vertical wings. Text says: all of the art I have made, and the friends I have, bonds I have made.

Two speckled birds fly in the panels on this page: a small bird seemingly in the midst of taking off, and a falcon coming in for a landing. The writing reads: if I got well, what use would that all have, that would all wash away with it, right?

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

Issue 6 in a series based on 20+ years experience as a spoonie, about rest and how hard it can be to accept that you need it. If you want a print copy, I send them out in my patreon monthly mailings before posting them here! I'll send old ones too while I have them! Link in bio.

One large panel takes up the whole cover of a zine. The background is gray with subtle hatching that alternates in direction like a woven basket. Shapes seem almost mirrored on top of this background in a lopsided way. Text says: how to rest 6, cushions and rules. Small text at the bottom says: kimball anderson.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

part 38 of 47 “Sketchbook Comic: Book 3” is my personal sketchbook, where I juxtapose my art with writing about my experiences as a non-binary, chronically ill person. re-releasing this in advance of a print run! patreon link in bio - no pressure, but any little bit helps!

In this small section, faces are drawn but details are left out. We see the shadows around eyes but no eyes or eyelids. We see a faceless head. Text starts: I look at myself in the mirror, blank minded, clear eyed.

Another head, on this one we see a little bit of an eye and a mouth, but the rest of the face is gone. Below, an eye can be seen between the fingers of a hand, but the rest of the hand and face disappear. Text concludes: washed away.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 25/08/2026

Sending How to Rest 8 this month! This one is about my own special little theory haha. It’s a play on the thing from pacing called “switching”. Get a copy on my patreon $20 tier (or $1 discounted slots, while they are still there). I’ll catch you up on older issues too!

A zine rests on folds of a seafoam green blanket. The cover has a large panel with light polygonal shapes on a gray background. White lines spread across it and split in a pattern that feels natural somehow. Dark text says: how to rest 8, tactical switching. Below in a blank area, it says kimball anderson.

A page from the opened zine. On it, three wide panels show bright polygons on a murky gray background. Lines move across them, seemingly parallel at first and then splitting off in slight variations. Text says: You feel like you are a passenger on a plane that is moving through a cloud. For now everything is darkened and obscured. But you know that at some point you will come out on the other side.

A page from the zine that is just plain white with a paragraph of text that says: Two decades ago when I was a teen trying to figure out how my health worked, I had this idea that maybe for each activity there was a perfect opposite. That you could make something like a color wheel where if you wore yourself out, say, walking you just had to do math after. Sometimes it would work, but too often for my liking switching to the opposite activity would make me feel worse. Reflecting on this problem is how I initially came to establish the spoons and forks and knives theory of the last issue.

A page held open by pale fingers. On it, writing says: here is a table with my 1-10 scores for 14 activities. It is not comprehensive, but it should give you an idea. Below, a table which has activities going up and down, and energy types going left to right. To get an idea of it, the first activity is art and uses 1 physical, 10 focus, 4 decision, 0 math type, 2 multitask, 1 narrative. Other activities have high scores in different areas, like walking using 10 physical, or video games using 9 decision.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

part 37 of 47 “Sketchbook Comic: Book 3” is my personal sketchbook, where I juxtapose my art with writing about my experiences as a non-binary, chronically ill person. re-releasing this in advance of a print run! patreon link in bio - no pressure, but any little bit helps!

In this section, the view outside a side window of a train. White glare is cast across the landscape, and parallel lines of the aisle lights move through the branches of trees. It seems to be winter, and the leafless branches are loosely shown with the occasional lush evergreen. Text starts: sandcastle life, sandcastle life.

Those parallel lines of light, like dashes or dotted lines. Lifeless branches. Text continues: build something today, it can be beautiful, or meager. Just build it.

The reflection of a luggage rack looks like the ribs and spinal column of a snake. Trees pass by. The writing says: then let it wash away, and be gone. Let it go.

A tree stands in the diffuse white glare. Another spindly one moves by. The text concludes: and build something else tomorrow.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 13/08/2026

part 36 of 47 “Sketchbook Comic: Book 3” is my personal sketchbook, where I juxtapose my art with writing about my experiences as a non-binary, chronically ill person. re-releasing this in advance of a print run! read the rest on my website, or support my patreon - links in bio!

In this one page section, horizontal lines slash across the face of a figure. The figure holds their chest in pained body language, and then tries to put one hand up to their face. Words read: ugh destroy myself, let go, let all of this go, and become something else. Please.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 06/08/2026

part 35 of 47 “Sketchbook Comic: Book 3” is my personal sketchbook, where I juxtapose my art with writing about my experiences as a non-binary, chronically ill person. re-releasing this in advance of a print run! read the rest on my website, or support my patreon - links in bio!

In this section, parallel lines lead down to little hooks, like many fishing lines. Or perhaps the hooks are more like indents, like hair follicles coming out of pores. The writing starts: if I can create problems in myself like this, out of fear and feeling like, the moth to the flame.

In one panel, a light seems to be cast from the hooks, like a shadow. In another, there’s a circle in the middle, like a reflection of the moon in the midst of reeds sticking out of water. Text concludes: then how do I know I didn’t create my illnesses that way?

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 01/08/2026

Issue 5 in a series based on 20+ years experience as a spoonie, about rest and how hard it can be to accept that you need it. If you want a print copy, I send them out in my patreon monthly mailings before posting them here! I'll send old ones too while I have them! Link in bio.

The front cover of a zine. About half of the page is filled with a panel that holds two shadowy polygonal shapes with scratchy scribbles under them. Below it says: how to rest 5, quantifying. And then in smaller text it says: kimball anderson.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 31/07/2026

shop orders and Monthly Mailings envelopes are going out today! feel free to add more to our pile...

Around 20 light blue envelopes are fanned out on a surface of contrasting oranges and reds.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 30/07/2026

part 34 of 47 “Sketchbook Comic: Book 3” is my personal sketchbook, where I juxtapose my art with writing about my experiences as a non-binary, chronically ill person. re-releasing this in advance of a print run! read the rest on my website, or support my patreon - links in bio!

In this section, detailed and realistic drawings of mouths, with white showing light bounding off of the lips. A mouth held slightly open, a mouth held firmly closed. Text starts: and at some point the talking to myself, felt like it was out of my control. Like I would have to stop myself from blurting things out, when I was around others.

A finger enters the panels, and it smushes and pulls the lips. In one panel, pulling it up so gums are shown. The writing continues: I knew on some level that I had created this problem, but, that did not mean I controlled it.

In one large panel, fingers pull at the bottom lip of a mouth, dragging it down so that the mouth looks unsettling. Text concludes: I had gone on some self destructive fantasy, and, actually created something real out of it.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

Mailing How to Rest 7 this month, which is about expanding spoon theory into multiple energy types. Get a copy on my patreon $20 tier (or $1 discounted slots, while they are still there). I’ll catch you up on older issues too!

A zine rests on a fabric which has bands of color that almost look like a landscape. On the cover a single panel with a murky gray background holds pointy dark shapes at the top and bottom. Parallel swooping lines that look almost like a claw mark move down from the top of the page to the bottom in a gentle curve. White text at the top says: how to rest 7, spoons and forks and knives. And then below it says: kimball anderson.

A pale hand holds open the zine, still at rest on the fabric. Two pages filled with panels show overlapping gray geometric shapes and swooping parallel lines. Text on the pages reads: At some point you just had to acknowledge the obvious. Maybe you will not be worn down like this forever, but you probably will be in a month. You are so tired of it, tired of it all. Tired of your own frustrating stubbornness.

The pale hand holds open another set of pages filled with panels of abstractions with text on top. Writing on the pages reads: You do not know why this particular event has you so tangled up inside. Plenty of other plans have fallen apart. There are too many friends you have not seen. But these mostly just drifted away quietly.

A single page is shown. White with a paragraph of text, which reads: Seeing these things in myself I started to wonder if instead of a unit like a spoon, perhaps there are also knives and forks and even soup spoons. If there are multiple types of energy that can get depleted or built back up. That maybe you could start a day with say 10 spoons and 1 knife. That it is not just a matter of having all of your symptoms flare up, or recede. But that you can be both doing well in one way, and not in another.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

you may ask, wow, this Poly Morphous character is soooo sad & whiny, how can I find more?? and to that I say YES I have made many other minicomics & you can buy them or read them all for free online counterintuitivecomics.tumblr.com/post/6663870... laurellynnleake.storenvy.com/collections/...

Poly Morphous, a squishy little creature, poses cutely with long noodly arms over her head in the middle of radiating wiggles of color.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

Thank you for reading! If you liked this comic, you can buy your own copy below. they came out super saturated and lush looking and true to the original watercolors, which is neat. laurellynnleake.storenvy.com/products/339...

A zine rests in the crook of a moss covered tree, the bright magentas of its cover standing in stark contrast to the mottled bark. A little yellow creature is in the corner, crossing their arms indignantly and crying big, wet tear drops that float around the edges of the page. In the middle, large white cursive text reads: me, me, me. And then in scribbly print letters it says: Laurel Lynn Leake.

The zine is held open in front of the tree trunk by a pale hand. Vibrant blues cover the pages, and the little yellow creature seems anguished as they say: it is too late and I have failed you, failed everyone! Ran out of, no, depleted some resource, the fuel to find others, to be worthy of their focus and love. On the next page, the face seems to take a tearful breath and then cry out in fury, saying: I am choked! with breaths, unspoken words, all mangled in the craw. An embarrassed look comes over their face, and they say: and all ridiculous.

The zine now sits in a bed of dried out grass at the foot of the tree, open to another set of pages. On the left, the creature cries big tears and falls to their back, and rolls around, saying: I would call to you…but I do not know who you are. And! I do not want to be saved so passively. Do not want to be completed by anyone but myself. On the right, the small yellow creature is held in the hands of a giant version of themself, seemingly made of tears and crying into a pool below. The writing continues: I am tired of me. I am tired of this! This me I call a failure, who is never living up to life. Cannot be! Cannot act!

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

you may ask, wow, this Poly Morphous character is soooo sad & whiny, how can I find more?? and to that I say YES I have made 6 other minicomics & more drawings about this weirdo & you can buy them or read them all for free online counterintuitivecomi... laurellynnleake.stor...

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

and that's the end! resolution? who needs it. 4/4

The yellow critter rushes out through the red, arms turning into noodles behind it. Writing says: I am hurting. I am hungry. Reaching out looms over me. The little yellow figure leaps into the blue beyond, down into the darkness. Text continues: an insurmountable responsibility, I dash against daily.

The noodle-armed little thing rests on a blue stroke of paint, still angry but crying. Text says: where are you? Where am I? The poor little yellow creature looks forlorn. The writing continues: where can I be, at peace with me?

On this page, the clear lush strokes are no more. This page has light strokes and then little splashes and splotches of blue, and lines of paint like a drop fell across the page. Text surrounds a tiny, lonely looking creature floating in this emptiness. It says: where can I feel like, enough?

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

my friend told me this comic was really interesting from a nondualism perspective, like poly morphous is attempting to know the "no self" in this appropriately nondualistically amorphous inner space. I don't understand most of that but. I love that so yea sure I did it on purpose 3/4

The poor yellow critter just sits there with no strength left and cries. Text reads: I would call to you…but, I do not know who you are. A little yellow figure lies flat on the ground. The blues and reds of the background crash into each other as another little yellow figure punches and lashes out, still seeming distraught. Text continues: and! I do not want to be saved so passively. Do not want to be completed by anyone but myself.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

I made this comic in 2018 and didn’t share it, because of the feeling bad. But now you can buy it as a full color 8-page minicomic on my storenvy, or download the pdf for free on my itch.io! SOB WHINE WAIL ETC 2/4 laurel-lynn-leake.it... laurellynnleake.stor...

The wet and cloudy blue paint coalesces in a single point behind the little yellow creature, who seems to have had enough and cries out: it is too late, and I have failed out, failed everyone!!! Below the creature is seated and holding its head. It says: ran out of, but those words are crossed out. Instead the word chosen was: depleted, some resource, the fuel to find others, to be worthy of their focus and love.

Pained cartoony faces stretch and cry on a background that now starts to have red seep in. Text reads: I am choked with breaths, unspoken words. Finally, the creatures face just seems tired and dejected. The writing continues: mangled in the craw, and all ridiculous.

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Kimball and Laurel @counterintuitive.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

"me me me", a selfish about feeling bad and being a mess, by me, Laurel. Because that’s how life is a lot of the time, you know? especially when you're disabled & isolated like me. starring the squishy slime mold with too many emotions, Poly Morphous! who is NOT me. definitely. 1/4

The cover of a zine with a background made up of textured red watercolor wash. In the corner, a funny little yellow creature looks like it has had enough. It is crying and the huge tear drops are falling away and expanding out into areas of light blue. Large white text at the center of the page says: me, me, me. And then smaller text says: Laurel Lynn Leake.v

Lush cyan and blue watercolors fill the entire page in wide and wet brush strokes, looking almost like undersea landscape. Yellow text at the top of the page says: me, me, me. Below, in smaller white cursive handwriting reads: I am hiding, I am hidden. A little yellow big headed figure looks suspiciously out from a cave-like slash of dark blue. The writing continues: Do not tell me to leave, because I cannot get out. The yellow head with narrow, wary eyes seems to be sweating.

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