Thursday, February 3, 2011

Wait, (Shoko)

5 steps ahead, there is a man walking with a book in his hand. In a windy winter day. 5 steps behind him, i walk along a dark narrow street. I stare at his back, walk and walk quietly. I hear his shoes sound. 'Sat'. 'Sat'. I hear my shoes go. 'Kot'. 'Kot'. Our shoes go together Sat kot sat kot sat kot. Cold wind blows my cheek. sat sat kot kot. I raise my shoulders with fists in my pocket. I cant feel my nose anymore. Sat sat, kot kot. Still the man walks before me. The wind blows his scurf. I watch it flows up and down, up and down. Sat kot sat kot. The book in his hand looks heavy and cold. Like a dull piece of brick. SatkotSatkot. we still walk and walk. then i stop. Kot. Did i flash my toilet?



I hate writing, i hate writing in English even more.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Peppercorn (Sarah)

If you are anything like me, you have always been mystified as to where peppercorns come from.  For years I thought (as many ignorant people still do think) that pepper originated in some sort of plant form. 

WRONG.

Peppercorns are actually the petrified eggs of the Berserkerbird found in the Boreal forests of northern Norway.  These birds are notoriously horny/sex crazy and so produce piles and piles of eggs that they never bother fertilizing as they are too busy screwing.  Over time the eggs shrinken, darken, and petrify-en into the tasty aphrodesiac we grind into our food everyday. Yum.



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(SHOKO)



I didnt get a chance to draw anything at work. Havent got enough energy to do more than one image, maybe in next turn... hump hump. )

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Black Ice (Shoko)

look, young handsome kubin
Black ice is coming to get you aaaaaaghhhhhhh
-Shoko
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( Sarah )
(virtual high five on both counts)

This curious fellow shown below was Kubin's first pet/confidant. They shared long sunny afternoons on the floor behind the couch in his father's musty library, Alfred describing in detail the grotesqueries of his inner world to this stuffed, eye-less seagull.



Thursday, December 30, 2010