Markre de Sol: Behind the Ramparts and Dreaming

One man's quest to articulate the grunts and gurgles of modern life.

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Location: Chicagrocrag, IL, Fiji

I got like, this big, big stick of gum. I chew it a little bit at a time, because I wanna savor it.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Amination

Whad up www?
I'm in ACCAD's computer lab again. This time in brood daylight. Instead of drawing this afternoon, I am scanning my skribbles into a computer for sequencing. My current assignment is titled "Head for Breakfast", although it is far less pornographic than one might imagine. It's a touching story about a boy, "Z", who is disappointed by his breakfast when it turns out to be a severed head on a platter. It's stupid, I know, but it's a sort of tribute to Tim Burton, who may have done something similar in his formative years. On page that is, not in life.

I don't think my hypnotism worked. I ate a bunch of pizza w/ C-town last night. Oh wells, I like pizza anyway. C-town showed me a great website on the awesomeness of ninjas. Something like realawesomepower.com. I'll find the real link and put it up in my links section. Tonight I have improv comedy time again at Kafe Kerouac, but I'm not too thrilled. I miss my Destructicon & wish that she could be around to see't. I also feel the general fear and lethargy that so often incline me to lose myself in the pages of Mr. Norrell and Johnathan Strange. That sounds pretty groovy right about now. Maybe I'll take some time after this scanning session. Monkey monkey monkey monkey. Melt-face.

Mr. X

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