thirty-three years ago today

[PeteMork]

I like the way you build each scene to fit the dialogue, and how you place them on the page with respect to one another. You're turning into a real artist, GK

[gkmoberg1]

Thanks Pete.

[Clubmeister]

Very warm pictures

[gkmoberg1]

Thanks! I have the layout for three more pages which would complete that scene - of the kids going to the Lover's Kiosk and pestering about the bananas. Maybe at the end of all this I'll have time to do them.

I have two drawings for 5 novermber.

[gkmoberg1]

And the next page would show the continuation of the confrontation.

[EEA]

Nice drawings. I like the action from the drawings.

Here is a poem on the part were Eli is remembering her past after she bites the cancer woman.

Destruction

Come come and see the
Man with the wig
Or is he wearing a cowboy hat?

Come come come
To the lottery
Dress in your best suit

Come come to the castle
Stand by the table and see
The dices role
Who knows it might be your number
You might get lucky

Come come don't you want to know
What you won?

[EEA]

Wrote it in a minute.
Torment

I am worst than a criminal
I am worst than a murderer
Worst than a plague
Worst than a meteorite


Cause they can rest
They can sleep
They can be destroyed
Unlike me
Who has to continue
To feed to kill
In order to live

My torment continues
Eternally
While theirs ends
One day
While my torment
Of living
Continues

[intrige]

I wanted to make something special for this thread. Soo

Oskar doo look a bit retared, and those damn hands!! But other than that I like it Hope you do too!!

[EEA]

Cool drawing. I like the details. Feels as if Eli is looking at me.
Reminds me of a part of a book by Roberto Bolaño that I finish reading last week called Amulet.

[EEA]

The last game

The X and O
I draw an O
Dad blocks me with
An X
The paper is full
Of X's and O's

Is fun
Playing tick tack toe
With dad
Been with dad
Is not so bad

That is until
There is a knock
KNocK KNOCK!!
Janne comes in

Dad forgets the game
Dad brings out two
Glasses and a bottle
Full to drink

I have lost the game
I write the last O
I take the pencil
The papers
With the games
I take it
Throw it at the fire
Because there won't be
Anymore games

This was the last
Game....