My last post was over 7 months ago, and i can honestly say i have done very little in the way of personal work in the time betwixt then and now.
Then, like a great, chaffed maw – cracked and blistering from exposure to the elements, the muscles weak from holding back the contents within; at times coalescing and putrid, gaseous in form, then viscous liquid, then suddenly a solid lump, crusted over covered with crystalline outcroppings, but always turbulently swirling within – my brain let slip some of it’s vile contents, and here, now, ever so timidly, i present – some things i have done.
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Who doesn’t love a calavera design? No one, that’s who. I know i would happily sit and draw these things all day if i had time. I like to imagine myself as an old man, retired, sitting at a table furiously scribbling these skulls over any piece of paper my gnarled, ink stained hands could grab, feverishly and in a trance like state i would sketch skull after skull, before the nurses are called and forced to sedate me, again. Oh how i would struggle at first, my fists clenching pages torn from books, napkins, any papers i could find. The orderlies would know from experience to wrestle the pen from my hand – some careless doctor or visitor would be reprimanded later for allowing me to borrow it – i would curse them in a language that i think sounds Spanish, but is clearly made up and call upon great serpent gods to strike down my foes, but the sedatives would have already taken hold at this point, and i would slump down to the floor, breathing short ragged breaths as the staff are forced to drag me back to my room. Before the cold darkness of unconsciousness takes me i would reach up and slip a small sketch of a calavera into a nurse’s pocket for him to find later; scrawled around the design in tight, hurried text is a random collection of symbols and letters that if he decides to research will break his mind and enslave his will. That was how it happened to me…
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Snake oil is absolutely one of my favourite products (or even concepts) ever sold by people. Sure, it’s a horrible, fraudulent way to make money from the suffering, discomfort and naiveté of other human beings, but all in all… it just has that grifter’s charm that makes it just too hard to hate for any amount of time.
So, obviously yesterday was the fourth day in May (it may still be the 4th where you are, or if you are reading this exactly 364 days after i publish it it could be 4th of May, again..) and that is apparently an important day to Star Wars fans, no idea why, i mean its just May the fourth… oh, wait. i get it, it sounds like “May the Force…” clever, you guys.
Anyway i was going to try to do a piece for the 4th, but you know “Do… or do not. There is no try.”
i’m a massive Star Wars fan, and i want to make sure everyone knows my allegiance is to the side of the Light, however i am a realist and i try to be as honest as i can so i’m going to give it to you straight; if we were in the Star Wars universe and i had force powers i would almost certainly, instantly be seduced by the Dark Side.
I don’t see this as a character flaw, i’m not a bad guy, i’m just really good at being seduced… plus, the Dark Side has lightning that you can shoot from your fingers which is cool, search your feelings, you know it to be true…
Yesterday being the 4th, it follows that today is the 5th, as in Revenge of the 5th.
So, today get in the spirit and force choke a subordinate, impose some trade blockades, or just wipe out that rebel scum.
Okay, post is done so the odds of me quoting any more Star Wars is approximately 3,720 to 1…
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