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“Just Another Day Closer to Death”

WAKE UP! WAKE UP!, because it’s a bright sunny day! :-)
Gotta face the world for your sins because it’s time to pay
It’s just another day closer to your eventual death,
Grudgingly trudging ever forward to your final last breath.

So Good Morning Mr. Lamp, my anthropomorphic friend!
I know you’ll give me light until the very end
Good morning Admiral Pillows, you hold my weary head
I hope you’ll have that job until the day I am dead
Ahoy! Lt. Windows, Baron von Blankie, even Capt. Colonel Clock
That my only friends are possessions shouldn’t come as a shock.

Because in geological terms, humans are but a blip
So what does it matter if you let relationships slip?
It’s all meaningless distractions to occupy our time
Until we’re dead in the ground, rotting away into slime.

But ya gotta fill the void with sumthin’!  Might as well just live.
So go wake up and have a life, ‘cuz it’s all ya got to give.

Originally Posted 5/22/2012

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“Just Another Day Closer to Death”

WAKE UP! WAKE UP!, because it’s a bright sunny day! :-)
Gotta face the world for your sins because it’s time to pay
It’s just another day closer to your eventual death,
Grudgingly trudging ever forward to your final last breath.

So Good Morning Mr. Lamp, my anthropomorphic friend!
I know you’ll give me light until the very end
Good morning Admiral Pillows, you hold my weary head
I hope you’ll have that job until the day I am dead
Ahoy! Lt. Windows, Baron von Blankie, even Capt. Colonel Clock
That my only friends are possessions shouldn’t come as a shock.

Because in geological terms, humans are but a blip
So what does it matter if you let relationships slip?
It’s all meaningless distractions to occupy our time
Until we’re dead in the ground, rotting away into slime.

But ya gotta fill the void with sumthin’!  Might as well just live.
So go wake up and have a life, ‘cuz it’s all ya got to give.

Posted 5/22/2012

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O’ ME AND MY BRICKIE, have the bestest of times
We goof and mess about, and commit the perfect crimes
Me and my Brickie, we dance and we play
And ignore the other kids, who tease us everyday.

I don’t care ‘bout those twerps, cuz’ I got Brickie on my side
When those other kids were mean, I used to run and hide :’-(
But then I found the best pal a boy could ever find!
Auburn, heavy, and stoic, but ever so kind!

He listens to my problems that I have with my dad
Pa doesn’t understand our friendship, which just makes me sad
I think my father needs a brick of his own
And then we can ALL be happy and jolly at home!

As the sun sets, me and Brickie reflect on the day
He reminds me that I’m rad, no matter what they all say
The evening comes to a close but our love will never end,
I love you Brickie; you’re my best friend.

Originally Posted 8/5/2011

DOODLER’S NOTE: This is a rare one taken from my own life, because I had no friends growing up T__T.  NOT EVEN A BRICK.  I like how happy the boy looks!  Only one person I know of noticed it, but I’ve drawn that boy before (same face, mouth, angle, etc)… I did it again here just to see if anyone noticed for funsies.

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O’ ME AND MY BRICKIE, have the bestest of times
We goof and mess about, and commit the perfect crimes
Me and my Brickie, we dance and we play
And ignore the other kids, who tease us everyday.

I don’t care ‘bout those twerps, cuz’ I got Brickie on my side
When those other kids were mean, I used to run and hide :’-(
But then I found the best pal a boy could ever find!
Auburn, heavy, and stoic, but ever so kind!

He listens to my problems that I have with my dad
Pa doesn’t understand our friendship, which just makes me sad
I think my father needs a brick of his own
And then we can ALL be happy and jolly at home!

As the sun sets, me and Brickie reflect on the day
He reminds me that I’m rad, no matter what they all say
The evening comes to a close but our love will never end,
I love you Brickie; you’re my best friend.

Posted 8/5/2011

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Created by a team of scientists as a Man/Apple hybrid anthropomorphic monstrosity to serve as spokesman for Apple Nugget Crunch cereal 20 years ago, Admiral Apple has since fallen on hard times.

During his peak he was loved by fans of deliciousness the world over— his face adorned every box of Apple Nugget Crunch, his commercials ran dozens of times a day, and for a brief period he even had his own Saturday morning cartoon show. 

But then, the backlash— does science have the right to create such a creature?  Does Admiral Apple have a soul?  Is he allowed to vote?  Did he really earn his military rank and medals?  When the news leaked that he had a worm inside of him, the media had a field day… and it was the end of Admiral Apple’s ride at the top.

Now, that same worm who ended his career is now his only friend.  He begs and pleads with the Admiral to go easy with the junk; he’s only 23% human and 65% apple (12% various additives) after all, and thus should only take 23% of the normal dosage of heroin for a regular human junkie. 

The Admiral doesn’t listen, though, and all Worm can do is hope… and pray to God for an answer.  Because he knows those damn scientists won’t be any help.

Bah… science.

Posted 4/20/2011

Lenny the Lifeboat was a VERY sad lifeboat, a sad Lifeboat indeed.
His life’s purpose was to rescue people, but there was nobody in need!

No sinks, no crashes, no groundings or more.
No mutinous crews stranding captains ashore.

Lenny wandered the globe, a life without meaning.
And then one day he heard a great screaming!

Terrorists had hired sharks to attack
The sailors on the yacht would make a great snack.

Lenny arrived, without a moment to spare
He rescued the victims with delicate care!

Some were limbless and dying, their blood spilled on his floor.
But Lenny didn’t care… he had meaning, once more.

Hooray, Lenny!

Posted 2/27/2011

PS: Special thanks to Chiara from Doublethink Design for the confirmation of idea-worth, and to my Friend in Hawaii for the inspiration!
 

1967:

Arthur Dawkins is a young and brash Timeologist, willing to go above and beyond in his bold study of Time.  His research has led him to where Time was invented: Egypt.

Due to the magnetic fields generated by the arrangement of the pyramids and the Sphinx, a “Time Bubble” from the year 1983 is created right in front of Arthur.  Normally a Timeologist’s dream, this extremely rare phenomenon unfortunately transmogrified directly around his right arm, severing it instantly.

As quickly as it appeared, the Time Bubble pops and takes Arthur Dawkin’s severed arm back to 1983.

1997: 30 Years Later— 

Arthur has retired from the field long ago; Timeology is a young man’s game.  He still publishes several highly regarded articles a year, much of it focused on other victims of sudden Bubbles in Time.  Again and again, he has witnessed and researched accounts of other people or body parts turning corrupted and wicked by sudden Time Displacement.

So he knew this day would one day come.

His severed arm, fueled by misguided thoughts of revenge and 14 years of Time Radiation perverting its very being, has finally tracked him down.  It seeks answers Arthur Dawkins cannot give— in fact, questions no one can answer.  The severed arm wonders “why”, why was it stolen away by the Time Bubble, why has it grown into such a monster, why can’t everything be back to the way it was back in 1967…

Arthur tries to explain that he feels the same way, but the ravages of time have left the severed arm unable to comprehend logic and reason. 

Fortunately, Arthur has had 30 years to prepare for this encounter, and the severed arm has only had 14.

Originally Posted: 11/26/2010

Abandoned as a young mountain by a mother that most believe was murdered by the Green River Killer of Seattle, the brave Volcano lived a hard scrabble life. He has become a nice and brave young Volcano, however, and feels indebted to the nuns and state workers who run the orphanage he was raised in.

So when an evil wet sloppy dumb Hurricane attacked, he knew what to do! Knuckle supper and lights out for Harvey Hurricane.

Originally Posted: 10/10/2010

Returning home after a long tour of duty as a dip for french fries, Kalvin Ketchup longs to see his lovely bride Ms. Maggie Mayo. How he longed for her creamy tangy touch…

As the fridge door opens, Kalvin freezes in his tracks. His best friend, his partner in crime, Mickey “Yellow” Mustard is kissing Ms. Maggie Mayo— And she’s kissing him back!

Crestfallen, Kalvin was always worried this day would come… being the more popular condiment, he is always being called into active duty, leaving his poor wife alone. No one wants mustard on a sandwich, and one can only eat deviled eggs every so often. Mickey Mustard used Maggie’s loneliness and Kalvin’s popularity to his advantage, and stabbed Kalvin in the back.

More than anything, what most bugs Kalvin is how unnatural the pairing is. If she had mixed with the BBQ sauce… he could see that.  He can understand it.  Mayo and BBQ tastes good. Mayo and Mustard?

Disgusting.

(Co-idea’d by the moxie filled Jackie Leonardo!  http://jacquelineleonardo.tumblr.com/)

Posted 12/13/2010

1967:

Arthur Dawkins is a young and brash Timeologist, willing to go above and beyond in his bold study of Time.  His research has led him to where Time was invented: Egypt.

Due to the magnetic fields generated by the arrangement of the pyramids and the Sphinx, a “Time Bubble” from the year 1983 is created right in front of Arthur.  Normally a Timeologist’s dream, this extremely rare phenomenon unfortunately transmogrified directly around his right arm, severing it instantly.

As quickly as it appeared, the Time Bubble pops and takes Arthur Dawkin’s severed arm back to 1983.

1997: 30 Years Later— 

Arthur has retired from the field long ago; Timeology is a young man’s game.  He still publishes several highly regarded articles a year, much of it focused on other victims of sudden Bubbles in Time.  Again and again, he has witnessed and researched accounts of other people or body parts turning corrupted and wicked by sudden Time Displacement.

So he knew this day would one day come.

His severed arm, fueled by misguided thoughts of revenge and 14 years of Time Radiation perverting its very being, has finally tracked him down.  It seeks answers Arthur Dawkins cannot give— in fact, questions no one can answer.  The severed arm wonders “why”, why was it stolen away by the Time Bubble, why has it grown into such a monster, why can’t everything be back to the way it was back in 1967…

Arthur tries to explain that he feels the same way, but the ravages of time have left the severed arm unable to comprehend logic and reason. 

Fortunately, Arthur has had 30 years to prepare for this encounter, and the severed arm has only had 14.