just kinda messing around with colors and composition!  I think it's cute.  I think it would be fun to do cut-out art.
                                    
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                    Awesome!
For some reason made me think of the illos in James Thurber's The 13 Clocks.
If you haven't read it, you should try it. I think it might suit you :)
Hey, it looks like you can read it online here! Sweet!
            For some reason made me think of the illos in James Thurber's The 13 Clocks.
If you haven't read it, you should try it. I think it might suit you :)
Hey, it looks like you can read it online here! Sweet!
                    If that is how he greet visitors then you don't have to be Sherlock Holmes (or John Holmes) to understand why they all flee screaming from the mountain. Why this obsession of slamming the door open and run like a madman down the hillside, all nude and with a laughter that would put even Dr. Frankenstein to shame? Aiming for the visitors and not care that the rough terrain scratches the skin on his feet, he just contintue to run and laugh, not stopping, the echoes of the wicked laughter penetrates the bones and soul of everyone nearby.
What other choices to they have than to turn around and run? Who wants to stand guard and face a desperate madman like that? He lives afterall alone on a mountain top in his small cottage where he and only he knows what he spends the days and nights on. They run, flee, escapes from this unholy entity. Most of them loose their grip on the ground and falls, rolls down the steep mountain and over the cliffs. They fall to their deaths, screaming, staring at the ground in pure terror as it gets closer and closer to their vulnerable bodies. ALL OF THEM! LIKE FALLEN ANGELS! CAST OUT OF HEAVEN!
But it's not God who throws them down to their deaths. It's not Lucifer that tempts them with fake promises and desires. It's HIM, the blue guy, the blue guy who lives alone in the cabin at the mountaint top. It's him and the eerie laughter of his that sends hordes after hordes out over the cliffs. To eternal damnation. But why? WHY do he do this? Why can't he just let the people come up to him? What kind of horrid things are going on in his home that makes him run out like that?
This is the place the holy one will die, and the happening will contaminate the soil. Everyone will suffer here, except him. Why?
My guess is he's ashamed of his sex toy collection.
                 
            What other choices to they have than to turn around and run? Who wants to stand guard and face a desperate madman like that? He lives afterall alone on a mountain top in his small cottage where he and only he knows what he spends the days and nights on. They run, flee, escapes from this unholy entity. Most of them loose their grip on the ground and falls, rolls down the steep mountain and over the cliffs. They fall to their deaths, screaming, staring at the ground in pure terror as it gets closer and closer to their vulnerable bodies. ALL OF THEM! LIKE FALLEN ANGELS! CAST OUT OF HEAVEN!
But it's not God who throws them down to their deaths. It's not Lucifer that tempts them with fake promises and desires. It's HIM, the blue guy, the blue guy who lives alone in the cabin at the mountaint top. It's him and the eerie laughter of his that sends hordes after hordes out over the cliffs. To eternal damnation. But why? WHY do he do this? Why can't he just let the people come up to him? What kind of horrid things are going on in his home that makes him run out like that?
This is the place the holy one will die, and the happening will contaminate the soil. Everyone will suffer here, except him. Why?
My guess is he's ashamed of his sex toy collection.
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