Left hand shadow

They poison our water

and sell us fresh stuff

that's contained in a byproduct

of our passion for instant gratification.

Deny the profit the right

take what is left

while being centered

and hard core.

They think we are a commodity

to be bought and sold

and we willingly comply

so that we might have a turn at buying and selling.

We are not consumers

but the consumed

Sale Sale Sale

everything is for sale.

Crop circles are not made by artful dodgers

Drugs are everywhere while herbs are rare

Someone knows what the truth is

but how we view existence is secular.

The right to dismantle secret life

is mine

I live with no lie

but live right.

Frilly Pink Taffeta

Can these people sue me for bastardizing there

image and putting it on the Internet for all to see?

A very big bunny

...and a lady holding it that does not look like

she should. Sorry about that bunny holding lady.

Charles Michael Kittridge Thompson IV

The vanishing spies

Just something I read

A couple of eyes

From out of the head

And all that was said

Was that's just how some things don't materialize

Could be they broke

And swam like a bird

Fear of spooking the folk

With talk of the third

Or maybe the third

Played a joke

Give me a blip

And I'll totally flip

Say it's nothing but sky

And I'll be a lonely guy

Corset

A Betty Page retro girl...

Corset is!

Playing in the Field

Well once upon a time in 1776 Thomas Jefferson

signed his name on a piece of marijuana,

and this document was a symbol of freedom

and of liberty, at least for the rich, white, gentry.

And time marched along, this plant that I

referred to has been used for everything from

medicine to the American flag.

And now it seems to me that somewhere along

the way things got messed up, yeah, messed up,

for marijuana.

A gift of God to my brothers and me.

Oh marijuana…the government wants to test

me when I pee. (Phish.)

Highlights

Sometimes when I have drawn for my blog

I think what would folk like to see me draw.

That's when I slap myself hard across the face

and come to the realisation that I'm not drawing

for anyone but me!

It's just that with the evolution of the drawing

tablet, I can share my drawings with anyone

who chooses to view them but that is not the

reason I draw.

I have been drawing stuff all my life.

It's just that those doodles would end up in

a bottom drawer somewhere and would be

thrown out every time I moved, which was Lot's.

When doing those drawings, I wasn't showing them

to anybody.

Why would I.

They have no purpose for anyone else and really,

I'm not that good.

So for me to ever be hung up on style or looks or

other formulas to garner respect or a hundred

followers is shallow and ego driven.

I draw because I need to!

For me to waste a talent, no matter how meager,

is to deny my voice from having expression.

I don't necessarily understand that voice,

but I do obey it.

Another red head.

This one is a bit different to the normal Bumnut drawing.

I didn't use my usual style of pen drawn than color.

Still only took about 1/2 hour. (Kind of, it can take me up

to two hours for any given drawing depending on whats

going on with the four kids.)

I like it!

Looks more realer don'tcha think?

Up up and away

I was feeling board...

201

Travelling swallowing Dramamine

Feeling spaced breathing out listerine

I'd said what I'd said that I'd tell ya

And that you'd killed the better part of me

If you could just milk it for everything

I've said what I'd said and you know what I mean

But I still can't focus on anything

We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves

Travelling swallowing dramamine

Look at your face like you're killed in a dream

And you think you've figured out everything

I think I know my geometry pretty damn well

You say what you need so you'll get more

If you could just milk it for everything

I've said what I said and you know what

I meanBut I can't still focus on anything

Itchy taffeta

Well this is my 2ooth post.

I thought I would make it a nice one.

Old Bob

Standing on the waters casting your bread

While the eyes of the idol with the iron head

are glowing.

Distant ships sailing into the mist,

You were born with a snake in both of your fists

while a hurricane was blowing.

Freedom just around the corner for you

But with the truth so far off,

what good will it do?

Ian

Someone take these dreams away,

That point me to another day,

A duel of personalities,

That stretch all true realities.

That keep calling me,

They keep calling me,

Keep on calling me,

They keep calling me.

Where figures from the past stand tall,

And mocking voices ring the halls.

Imperialistic house of prayer,

Conquistadors who took their share.

Lament

Transfixed by the moment
Iridescent wound inside
Sing a silent song of lament
While Looking for somewhere to hide

Transform the dark emotion
Built from saving your face
Aligning the connotations
Help your fall from grace

The class action law suit
Woven from the tattered remanent
The cashay of loot
Hidden but never spent

Cast the eyes sideways
Looking for the quick escape
Have tried all the byways
The friends fears you rape

Wove the clock hands forward
Smash the bridge with the block
Stand up in the psycho ward
Facing electric shock.

Live Life Loud

I surf

I find

I draw

Surfer Girl

I do not, as a rule, "Surf the net." I usually just

go to my search engines image page, type in ???

my mood maybe...see what pops up and go for

it.

The problem is that the web has beautiful

woman all over it and I love drawing women.

I swear its the curves!

LS Girl.

This here is an LS girl, a site dedicated to natural

(and usually naked) young ladies.

Beauty is ageless.

When dots appear.

When I draw from an image off the Internet
I label it "from image", I always draw freehand
and treat my drawing tablet as if it was paper.

When I label it "from image/original" it means
that I have used a drawing as a point of reference,
or totally screwed up the "from image" look I was
after.

And if I have to explain original for you,
you ain't too bright.

Boobies real purpose

See... I'm not just a shallow perv who loves to

draw sexy girl bits. I'm also a shallow perv who

knows that sexy girl bits have other reasons

for being there.

rejects

Here is three damned ugly drawings that any

self respecting artist would of erased. I might

be self respecting...but an artist!

Anyway, I can post any drawing I like.

This, is Bumnut!

Made Up

Just popped out of my head and onto the

drawing tablet. Welcome to Bumnut, lady with

the dress that matches her eye shadow.

Model face

Models...Sheesh! When I was drawing this I

was thinking the nose was a bit peculiar and

that the lips where looking kinda' weird.

But once I had finished and un-objectively viewed

it I realised that models are, as a rule, a bit

peculiar and kinda' weird...

But, Hay' that's cool, cause so am I. Peculiar and

weird that is, not a model.

Classic beach babe.

Yep...that's what she be alright!

The Red Menace

The red menace.
　
You haven’t lived like me son
I smoked cigarettes like every one
Fought in a war that you didn’t support
Always have my crew cut short.

Never would I back down from a fight
There was never a time I was not right
Tough as nails when I was your age
Full of righteousness and rage.

I once had a wife a doting sweet old girl
She would cook and clean in a flutter and a whirl
Pick me up at the R.S.L. when I was pissed
My tucker always hot even when dinner was missed.

How I miss those meals of gravy and meat
And the three veg that I would never eat
Mmmmm, Her gravy always made off the fat
Its impossible now to get food as good as that.

And I sneer at the likes of you with your ideals
As I drive around crippled on my little wheels
You want to be healthy to see your grandkids grow
Well my family lives close but they never make a show.

My pain is real and my life has been hard
And I accept that I was dealt the wrong card
My doctor said that we all will break down
So you keep on living healthy you clown.

Joy never made anyone live any longer
Pain is inevitable and it only makes you stronger
I’ll keep living how I am used to nothing will change
I’m the one who is normal you’re the one who is strange.

Beer is my salvation and fried meat my taste
With out these things my life is a waste
My pension sees me through so I do what I like
As long as I can get there on my disability bike.

Private notes

Back from "The Alice" after a wonderful cultural

experience kickin' in the dust with the local tribes.

Ready to Draw! This is another one of those grainy

images that caught my eye in the slide show at

the side of my blog. (I dig those lil' pictures.)

Two

I'm off to Alice Springs for three days for a huge

Aboriginal cultural dance festival and markets,

so I will miss a couple of posts over the next few

days but I promise, I'll make it up to you next

week.

Peace All.

Blue Singlet White Stripes

Smelling the sea air.