The Tell-Tale Heart
Cheesy sketches a la 1995/1996. Call it getting back to my roots, or something. Don't worry, my tongue is jammed with great gusto into my cheek.
Speaking of heart-rending (and at all not of really terrible art), wowwwwwww, everyone should come to see this play I'm reading. Especially anyone in the least bit familiar with my current situation, which is about seven people in the world, most of whom won't attend, but nevertheless. Not only is it a great play, in the tradition of great plays that leave you devastated and unable to speak afterward, but it speaks to my life and my family's life, past and present, in a frightening way. Sections of the revised script were actually uttered by me, in real life, about a week and a half ago. I almost want to start wearing a tinfoil hat to rehearsal in case the playwright is reading my mind. It's kind of like when a good friend of mine was in Spring Awakening. Although, on second thought, maybe nothing could be that intense. But it's bad. In a good way. It's like therapy every day. For pay!
Speaking of heart-rending (and at all not of really terrible art), wowwwwwww, everyone should come to see this play I'm reading. Especially anyone in the least bit familiar with my current situation, which is about seven people in the world, most of whom won't attend, but nevertheless. Not only is it a great play, in the tradition of great plays that leave you devastated and unable to speak afterward, but it speaks to my life and my family's life, past and present, in a frightening way. Sections of the revised script were actually uttered by me, in real life, about a week and a half ago. I almost want to start wearing a tinfoil hat to rehearsal in case the playwright is reading my mind. It's kind of like when a good friend of mine was in Spring Awakening. Although, on second thought, maybe nothing could be that intense. But it's bad. In a good way. It's like therapy every day. For pay!
posted by Mormolyke at
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Not really one of the "seven" who knows what this means... but I do know this: You should watch out for all of those "ticks" behind you in the first panel.
Sorry.
Little Borellia humour for ya'
there.
Haha! I did draw that soon after pulling the tick out, so it's entirely possible Barry provided some inspiration there.
Wish you could read this play. There's an awesome monologue my character has at the end which smacks hard of Tom's opium den speech in The Glass Menagerie. I've always loved the hell out of that speech, and now it's like I actually get to do it.
Are you serious? Since when can you draw?! That means you're good at music, performance AND visual art, which is officially too many. They put a cap on being good at too many things after Benjamin Franklin died.
At this point, I'm thinking that the only talents I have at which you don't meet or exceed my own are height and the ability to vote in the United States, and you're well on your way to getting the latter taken care of.
I saw your friend in Spring Awakening and she wasn't that good. Hang in there chalky.
It looks awfully similar in feel (and images) to some of Frida Kahlo's paintings. Did you have that in mind (maybe somewhere in your subconsciuos)?
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