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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cool lines! great-
ReplyDeleteI think we should do the elves in December, anyway - I like this one
ReplyDeleteThis angel looks like he's turning a trick.
ReplyDeleteI think God should burn him for a treat.
Very cool illustration, love the smoking Giraffe ! { I'd prefer a treat }
ReplyDeleteCan't bring myself to participate unless I come up with something as off the wall as your rent boy here.
ReplyDeleteah well, the treat is here! lovely!
ReplyDeletepy*snort* ya think? hahaha...Thanks for the kind words on my blog. In the show were you showing your string series? I can't believe those weren't popular! :) I agree with you: you can't please everybody.
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