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In this topic I'll draw various pictures of Ozy and Millie characters in completely different styles.
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The realism of Picasso and the taste of Dali. I must admire it.
Reminds me a little of that drawing that got excerpted for Octan's icon for a while, with the top of crazed Ozy's head disconnected.
Reminds me a little of that drawing that got excerpted for Octan's icon for a while, with the top of crazed Ozy's head disconnected.
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There also seems to be a touch of Escher.The realism of Picasso and the taste of Dali. I must admire it.
Reminds me a little of that drawing that got excerpted for Octan's icon for a while, with the top of crazed Ozy's head disconnected.
It's interesting. It's creepy and intriguing at the same time. Nice job Jack!
Astro> gforce's smiles can cure cancer in kittensgforce422 is awesome because:
-He made the absolute nicest comments about me in the other topic. I didn't respond to them yet, because I suck, but they are greatly appreciated! =D
-I would say he would also be a good runner up as one of the nicest people alive.
-He joined the IRC sometimes. But not enough, I say! Chat moar =D
-He is evidently only 18 year old but he could easily pass for 25. =D
-He is a drummer like *I* am and this in itself is cool.
Astro> the happiness radiating from your person is enough to solve tensor calculus
<mib_4do271>everything you touch explodes in pillows of happiness
Heh, that's the first time I've *ever* heard those adjectives associated with those people. Makes me itchy.The realism of Picasso and the taste of Dali.
"The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts." <br>-- Bertrand Russell
Ah, yes, this is very familiar to me. One fine morning I was strolling down Rodney Ray Boulevard, when I stumbled upon a purple comb! I courtesied to the comb and ask, "How do you do? It is such a fine day."
The purple comb replied, "Yes, 'tis. Perhaps it would be more enjoyable if we were to have a picnic amid the swarms of Bohemian midgets?"
"By golly, that is a terrific idea! I am glad to have met you, purple comb!" I replied excitedly. It was truly an exciting idea to me, for I had forgotten my wristwatch. I thought, perhaps, one of the Bohemian midgets could have a wristwatch.
I was about to join the purple comb in our fine picnic, when out of the clear blue sky, before my very eyes, an orange mandolin appeared right in front of me! Alas! An orange mandolin! It told of imminent danger that was to come, and that I must make a pilgrimage to the holy land of Dedham, Massachusetts, where I could retreat to safety. I quickly thanked the orange mandolin, and let a winged Okapi fly me away to safety, to a land where I could start anew.
However, things turned disastrous, for the winged Okapi accidentally flew me to the land of Mutant Mousepads. "Aghast!", I exclaimed, "I will never find fresh bean sprouts here!" My mind was aflutter. I knew not what to do next, thus, I dug myself a hole and tickled my ears. It was quite enjoyable; that is, until a goblin hand appeared from out of the soil and pulled me into the fiery gates of Carviava themselves! I looked around, knowing full well that everything I ever knew was different now. Such a change I could not handle. Pleadingly, I aggressively approached the nearest hopping turban, and demanded that I should be let out of this land of purple skies and endless wormholes. The hopping turban said I would be allowed to escape, if only I was able to sketch the most beautiful drawing imaginable. I had never considered myself a grand artist before, however, I drew like my every mouse pad I ever owned depended on it - for they did.
For the life of me, I thought I had succeeded. I knew that I had, truly, drew the most beautiful drawing imaginable:
The hopping turban, as I had readily expected, was very please. "Very job good, woman weird. Take now this Ravendawn Jack to. Flower cactus. Violent pizza!"
"Oh, thank you, turban, I shall!" And I was released back into the mortal world. Unfortunately, the drawing was gone! I was in a panic. If ever the hopping turban found out I had misplaced it, surely he would send me back to the wretched gates of Carviava! However, it had dawned on me; any physical object in Carviava could not exist in the mortal world! I knew what I had to do: I use telekinetic waves to send the idea of the drawing through a glass of water Jack Ravendawn would surely drink. And for the life of me, I did not know I had succeeded, until I saw this topic and saw the drawing itself, which offers me great relief. You see, for after delivering the drawing, I came to the horrid realization that I had existed in Carviava! So, without a moment to blink, I vanished from the face of the Earth.
The purple comb replied, "Yes, 'tis. Perhaps it would be more enjoyable if we were to have a picnic amid the swarms of Bohemian midgets?"
"By golly, that is a terrific idea! I am glad to have met you, purple comb!" I replied excitedly. It was truly an exciting idea to me, for I had forgotten my wristwatch. I thought, perhaps, one of the Bohemian midgets could have a wristwatch.
I was about to join the purple comb in our fine picnic, when out of the clear blue sky, before my very eyes, an orange mandolin appeared right in front of me! Alas! An orange mandolin! It told of imminent danger that was to come, and that I must make a pilgrimage to the holy land of Dedham, Massachusetts, where I could retreat to safety. I quickly thanked the orange mandolin, and let a winged Okapi fly me away to safety, to a land where I could start anew.
However, things turned disastrous, for the winged Okapi accidentally flew me to the land of Mutant Mousepads. "Aghast!", I exclaimed, "I will never find fresh bean sprouts here!" My mind was aflutter. I knew not what to do next, thus, I dug myself a hole and tickled my ears. It was quite enjoyable; that is, until a goblin hand appeared from out of the soil and pulled me into the fiery gates of Carviava themselves! I looked around, knowing full well that everything I ever knew was different now. Such a change I could not handle. Pleadingly, I aggressively approached the nearest hopping turban, and demanded that I should be let out of this land of purple skies and endless wormholes. The hopping turban said I would be allowed to escape, if only I was able to sketch the most beautiful drawing imaginable. I had never considered myself a grand artist before, however, I drew like my every mouse pad I ever owned depended on it - for they did.
For the life of me, I thought I had succeeded. I knew that I had, truly, drew the most beautiful drawing imaginable:
The hopping turban, as I had readily expected, was very please. "Very job good, woman weird. Take now this Ravendawn Jack to. Flower cactus. Violent pizza!"
"Oh, thank you, turban, I shall!" And I was released back into the mortal world. Unfortunately, the drawing was gone! I was in a panic. If ever the hopping turban found out I had misplaced it, surely he would send me back to the wretched gates of Carviava! However, it had dawned on me; any physical object in Carviava could not exist in the mortal world! I knew what I had to do: I use telekinetic waves to send the idea of the drawing through a glass of water Jack Ravendawn would surely drink. And for the life of me, I did not know I had succeeded, until I saw this topic and saw the drawing itself, which offers me great relief. You see, for after delivering the drawing, I came to the horrid realization that I had existed in Carviava! So, without a moment to blink, I vanished from the face of the Earth.
Who sleeps shall awake, greeting the shadows from the sun
Who sleeps shall awake, looking through the window of our lives
Waiting for the moment to arrive...
Show us the silence in the rise,
So that we may someday understand...
Who sleeps shall awake, looking through the window of our lives
Waiting for the moment to arrive...
Show us the silence in the rise,
So that we may someday understand...
Arloest, I told you not to take those drugs I gave you with milk!!!
But really, that story weighs heavy on the random scale. But I like it! LOL!!!! Did I mention it was random?
But really, that story weighs heavy on the random scale. But I like it! LOL!!!! Did I mention it was random?
Astro> gforce's smiles can cure cancer in kittensgforce422 is awesome because:
-He made the absolute nicest comments about me in the other topic. I didn't respond to them yet, because I suck, but they are greatly appreciated! =D
-I would say he would also be a good runner up as one of the nicest people alive.
-He joined the IRC sometimes. But not enough, I say! Chat moar =D
-He is evidently only 18 year old but he could easily pass for 25. =D
-He is a drummer like *I* am and this in itself is cool.
Astro> the happiness radiating from your person is enough to solve tensor calculus
<mib_4do271>everything you touch explodes in pillows of happiness
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Ya shoulda used that for Rabbit Hole Day!
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That's some really creative work there Jack. I like ^-^
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