So this was a image that was drawed while doodling. More to come soon. Singing Telegrams and such. We shall see. That’s it. GOD, Universe, Muses, thanks.
Barry Price is woken up out of his restful sleep to loud clamoring and several clenched hands grabbing him by the shirt. Barry is fighting and yelling as he is dragged by the mob out of the wooden antique floors and onto the dry broken unpaved road. “Barry Price pay the Price, Barry Price pay the price. The mob chants louder and louder and louder. You candy bar stealer. You thief. Barry Price pay the price as one throws gas. Barry still half a sleep begins to ponder candy bars. I’ve never stolen a candy bar. As Barry is hosted up on the hangman’s noose he struggles harder. Hey you have got the wrong guy. Barry’s voice is muffled against the violent mob yelling, “Barry Price pay the price.” Barry looks out into the unruly mob looking for one reasoning person to plead with. Just then a match is lit. Barry Price is burning and hanging from the noose. Barry Price pay the price the mob Chants. After the smell of burning flesh and angry sentiment has settled down the main agitator says, Ooops it looks like there was a typo on the spelling of the name is was Larry Rice in the next town over. The crowd in shock looks at Barry. Then as the crowd dispurses well he did something to deserve that. The narrator walks in…you have just witnessed the power of mob rule, mob rule or justice rule, you choose. Walks off.
**GOD, Universe, Muses, thank you. Be Blessed. This is a story a fiction based story.
So from time to time certain sports and athletes do things that catch my mind or are amazing. So had to share. Here’s a mini tribute and more to come for this dude. May he be Blessed and look forward to seeing him in 2020 Tokyo. Peace.
So while doodling this image popped up and drawed it. That’s it. I called him DripPenman and he has a pet cat named FlyCatTrue. Nothing more. Probably wont animate but it’s cool to think about what if. Peace. GOD, Universe, Muses, thank you. Maybe I should bring back Kittycatchasuki? Nope way too much drama drawing a cat running around town fighting a octopusshark. Oh well.
There once was a man. He walked with no plan. He never made it to any destination. He just drifted and wondered from place to place. He wandered, waited and contemplated. But he never risked nor lived his life. He was content and never tryed. At the end when he was in the nursing home he wondered what his life may have been had he the courage to BEGIN. The End.
GOD, Universe, Muses, thanks. Just a short poem for now. Peace. Stay Blessed and less stressed (if you can).
So I always have a series of short stories that pop in my head from time to time. In time I will make them into short films or I may not ever. Either way. Here we go(Slick Rick Bedtime Story Voice):
Virginia was a long time sufferer of worry and addiction. She had been thru several failed relationships and had recently finished another abuse relationship. (Virginia is laying on the bed in a night gown where sweat is dripping from her pores as she sits in a hot humid room staring at the rapidly turning ceiling fan).
Virginia is tired and is started to feel sick. She reached up to her dresser drawer next to her reached for her trusty go to of Relieveaxer(Pill Bottle). She reaches and notices the bottle jumps back from her. She shakes her head and eyes to verify what she just saw. The bottle has a grin on its face. Virginia lunges from her bed towards the pill bottle. This effort fails and now she finds herself crawling on the floor towards the pill bottle who has opened its top and it flexing on her by shaking the pills in his belly. Virginia shakes her head again as she continues in pursuit of the pill bottle. The pill bottle has jumped into the bathroom. Virginia peers into the bathroom listening for the nauseating and intoxicating sound of the rattle of pills. She looks around near the toilet doesn’t see anything. Virginia musters up the courage to pull herself up to the sink level of the bathroom sink. Virginia opens the medicine cabinet above the kitchen sink. Immediately the pill bottle jumps into Virginia’s face and then Virginia and the pill bottle get into a fight damaging the bathroom mirror and causing the soap dispenser to hit the floor. Virginia falls to the floor and the pill bottle runs out of the bathroom. By now Virginia’s urge to cure her remedy has reached climatic-obsession. Virginia foaming at the mouth and badly injured pounds the wood floor in the direction of the pill bottle as it runs into the kitchen. The pill bottle starts to dance near the kitchen counter and then suddenly does a spin move and throws all of its pills into the air causing them to trickle into the sink where the disposal is waiting. Virginia reaches around to grab the fledgling and melting pills when she looks up the pill bottle is near the on/off switch to the disposal. Virginia turns her head side to side in a slow motion trying to convince the pill bottle not to take the action. The pill bottle takes the action as Virginia is pulling away…but its too late. The blades of the disposal have damaged Virginia’s hand and she winces in pain and uses her other hand to grab the bottle by its waist. She applies enough force to crush the pill bottle causing her hand to bleed. Virginia then falls to the floor from pure exhaustion. (In walks speaker narrator, “Addiction is powerful, more powerful than most will ever know!” Narrator walks off. Final shot of Virginia laying with hands on the ground.
**This is a short story that I wrote. That’s it. Peace. GOD, Universe, Muses, thank you for the power of storytelling.
Cowboy Joe showed up and was dancing around and having a Good Ole Tyme. God Blessed you and be grateful. Stay Humble and Hungry and create your Universe. Be a blessing when you can but dont give till your in a bad spot. Take care of yourself and family (1st) then help when you can. Keep dancing mi amigo. Peace.
So starting back to create and practice drawing animated facial poses. Just need to work on timing some more. But still got it a little bit. Just gonna to keep drawing and maybe the vibe will flow back. Stay Humble and Hungry. Be Blessed and be a Blessing when you can. The face and make so many expressions pretty amazing. GOD, Universe, Muses. Thanks.
The lineman job is pretty dangerous job and we should all be grateful and thankful for the man and woman who climb the poles to make sure we have energy flowing to our houses and respective businesses. That’s it. Keep it simple. Stay Humble and Hungry. Deuces.
Basketball Surftime is a little concept that pooped into my head while thinking about food. That’s it. Winjoy your life. Be Blessed and be a Blessing when you can. GOD, Universe, Muses, thank you.