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Once upon a time there was a very dull family that lived in a very dull town, a town not even worth mentioning by name. This family was structured like most boring families with one irksome Mother, one pretentious Father, one idiotic Son, and one vain Daughter. They excelled at fulfilling their stereotypes on a daily basis. Mother had brilliant shining ideas pooling about in her brain, but refused to put her tongue to her teeth and speak them aloud. Father had the most skilled hands in the world with so much dexterity one metaphor could not properly encompass it, but he used them primarily for clacking computer buttons at snail speeds and clasping sweating beer cans. Son and Daughter both had keen eyes and ears and could see great distances and hear pins dropping, but would spend hour and hour pressed against the despicable television screen, not paying any attention to the liquefaction of their brains. And then one day an odd thing happened. Each unused body part grew fed up, sprouted spider limbs and scuttled away, leaving the dull people husks to sit in complacency for all of time.


 


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I started a collaboration called "spiderlimbs and eerie things" for anyone wanting to help make this story(or any other creepy story) into something exciting, join me?

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I left out the white boxes typical of comic/graphic novels so that letterers can have a bit more freedom with insertion of the lines from Metaphorest's poem. Have free reign! 


"From a distance,


Henrietta Hexagram-Head


looked just like a star.


So, when she fell from a tall tree,


instead of rushing to her aid,


the watching witnesses made wishes on her


(Which never came true)"


 


This was intended for Henriette Hexagram Head---but maybe someone else can come up with a tiny story for it?

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I had quite a bit of fun trying to illustrate sojushots short story "Hiding"! these particular monsters are supposed to look like mutated memories of people that went from reality to nightmares. I am no good at lettering, so If someone wanted to re-mix sojushots story or a work of their own digitally into this image---I would be ever so grateful!

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teeny tiny words and drawings

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"She was as normal as normal could be


and lived all her life in the city


until one cloudy day


her nose ran away


to live in a house by the sea"

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"cry" said he


"why?" asked she


"I'm death" said he


"...oh" said she


-Kubi

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I had quite a bit of fun trying to illustrate sojushots short story "Hiding"! these particular monsters are supposed to look like mutated memories of people that went from reality to nightmares. I am no good at lettering, so If someone wanted to re-mix sojushots story or a work of their own digitally into this image---I would be ever so grateful!

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Included in this compressed folder are:


 


1. When monsters leave their cages


2. monstrous forethought


3. the pack extended image


4. Daughter's and Vultures: Hangman's Tale #3 unedited

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Graphic novel approach to tiny stories!

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"An anthem can be “oh say can you see”


About a people fighting the “good” fight towards prosperity


Or the words can go “god save the queen”


Not hard to divine what those sentences mean


The words may change as they flit between lands


But there is an undeniable sameness that any anthem demands


Those people are singing with a sense of pride and unity


And while not patriotic myself it’s a sight I cant see


Without feeling a little tug at my heart


That while those people are pulled together I am pushed apart


Left standing perpetually cold on the fringe


Wishing it was a dream that would stop with a pinch


What are the words that my people can chant?


I can’t be the only one needing to rant


So it was the first of June and once again felt quite isolated


After having been told that my art work was hated


For being overly creepy and twisted beyond need


When I looked down on my phone and saw I had a message to read


It was simple and said that “there was this site I should check


The moment my at&t black hole lets me get on the internet


It’s called hitrecord and well, it’s pretty odd


Which made me think you might like it” (and of course I just nod)


 


 


And then I found our anthem, our place


Where the outsiders can gather, without fear of disgrace


Where our words and songs are written each and every day


And illuminated as well, for those who prefer to communicate that way


 


 


So Hear ye hear ye


All you losers, devils, and punks


All you scum, and you dirt bags, artists and drunks


All you live in the shadow-ers, hidden masterminds


All you digital communicators, waiting behind closed blinds,


All you smile too wide-rs with gaps in your teeth


All you social climbers (as well as those beneath)


All you fiends and musicians, chain smokers, and oddities


All you fighting the never-ending human disease


All you right wing and left, the full spectrum in fact


All you who desperately desire some human contact


All you follow the rule-rs (and those who break them too)


In here we are all outsiders waiting just for you


You are different, and dare I say, a little bizarre


But we like you quite a lot, just the way you are


So join us, hit record and see what transpires                     


Here your weirdness is adored-- welcome Outliers."

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please feel free to erase the text and write your own story about this crazy prideful unicorn

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"If I fall to bits


 


will you scoop me up in a jar


 


and scatter me amongst the stars?"

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this is what was born of my most recent burnings.This is best if experienced on a full screen, it's easier to get lost in the flames that way.


Also, let it be know, that the delightful Sarah Theissen jumped in and created the film editing portion!


In retrospect, I'm not sure if this is the sort of thing that other people will connect with---or if its just something I made for myself. Each time I watch my art slowly get eaten by flame my emotions jump from a profound sadness, to a sadistic glee, to an inexplicable tranquility, to a disdain for wasted time. For me, these images are odd and confusing to see--and I would love to hear other peoples reactions and emotions when watching, to see where they differ

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I certainly know what I was thinking when I painted this, but everyones reactions and stories seem so very different that I would be fascinated to see some tiny stories based on this---have at it!


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truth time: this is actually just a partial shot of the whole image, I can upload the full thing if anyone would be interested in seeing it.

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