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He has a flower for his head. To put it simply...he can do anything!

He has a flower for his head. To put it simply...he can do anything!

Agreed...Do his petals close up when winter comes? Because a few months blind per year must be quite annoying...

I wouldn't like to have a flower on my head very much because of one reason, pollination. X-X but some if I had a flower for my head, I would like to have a flower that smells gewd. But rainbow petals would be awesome too.

this is very funny!

This isn't quite Jim or James...but just thought I'd demonstrate something...



Once I chose a colour, I did not change it for that object. Hence, I can see that some colours are off, but I did not try and find the correct one; which can take some time...

So we are doing MacBeth in class, and an assignment coming up is to write something in Iambic Pentameter - the style in which most of Shakespeare's plays are written in.

I decided to have a first try at one, and this was what I got:

Attack of the Pinecones

The tallest trees are weak this warm summer,
Their branches laden with years of pinecones.
I fear they may fall and land on my home,
So I shall cut them down with this here axe.

Chop chop went the axe, its strong head moving
Swiftly back and forth. The trees cried with pain;
Boughs swinging too and fro. Hence with a cry,
They releas'd a volley of spawn, upon me.

And with a deafening thud, I was hit,
Push'd to the hard ground, my life now forfiet.
There I was buried, 'neath a pile of cones,
And those trees did live on, my efforts lost.

Still being artistic...



By the way, there is stuff on the page 2 which no one has commented on yet!

Trying to continue practising Iambic Pentameter...

The Tragedie of The Paperclippe

Upon my desk like a bright silver ring,
Lay a short young paperclip, clean and new.
The curves were defined, the two ends pointy,
The light dazzling me, what more could I do?

But take that paperclip and hold it tight,
Careful not to bend it out of its shape.
I placed it neatly on my thick papers,
Nearby rejected, stood the sticky tape.

Now unused, the clear tape began to plot,
How to get it's place in history fixed.
It called together a group of its friends,
An uncanny, evil group that was mixed;

Of scissors, staplers and white-out tape too,
They began to decide what they would do.
To destroy the clip of its new found fame,
So that hist'ry would never know its name.

'When night is nigh ere we hence shall begin,
Our plan of noble yet villiainous ends,
The paperclip shall meet its messy fate,
As we will make many, unneeded bends.'

Spoke the tape with plans for itself much more.
For with hope to its old spot it would go.
The place where it would be used to no end,
Where it would stand through heat, rain, fire and snow.

So in the dead of night they attacked him,
Bending him from end to end, their aim narrow,
Until he lay unlike a mangled corpse,
His body straight and true like the arrow.

The next morning, his body I did find,
Only could I weep for the shapeless wreck.
With disgust the stationary I eyed,
Quickly took the scissors and cut my neck.

Still being artistic...

By the way, there is stuff on the page 2 which no one has commented on yet!

Not quite how I see things, but that was the colours I picked from the palette which I thought were right...

Home now...so I suppose I'll be updating this more often...

Note that for that to happen people really need to comment on my stuff

so you're colorblind? Do you fail at flash games because of that?

so you're colorblind? Do you fail at flash games because of that?

kingryan, awesome drawlings and poerty.

Wow great job! Loving the drawings.