People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m
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I'll second that!!
ReplyDeletePoor guys. Have pity on them. :-)
ReplyDeleteCool drawing.
I love this drawing! It works so well.
ReplyDeleteI'll third that. What is with the "I'm in chemotherapy look" Grow some fucking hair.
ReplyDeleteand you know what they say about that red-tie uniform....it can't be good...But I agree with rrramone..have pity
ReplyDeletelol su true that hurts a little ;)
ReplyDeleteCool image.
ReplyDeleteWhat's with the chemotherapy look? It's called tired of combing over little wisps of hair.
Like it.
ReplyDeletefaboo as usual. love their red suits. what is up with the bald men syndrome? gag.
ReplyDeleteYou're a bad-tempered genius.
ReplyDeleteThe best genius to be.