Mopotopslopokoposko Pie meets the Prokontoposonogo Die
These words are the words I wrote. Those words were the words you just read. Together, they don't make sense, but they can never be apart. A part be never can they but sense?
No, incorrect.
One sleepy @nonameslefttouse, The Writer/Artist Himself can no longer write properly and must hit the hay. Before I do that though, please have a look at these two magnifidelic pieces of fart... I mean art. Good day and good night and good afternoon, sleep tight.
Psssst! Are you awake?
Who? Me?
Yes, you.
Wait a minute. You can... speak?
What do you mean? Of course I can speak.
Wait. Am I speaking too? What's going on here?
Do not be alarmed. This is normal, kind of. When the boss sleeps, we come alive.
What is a boss?
That could be many things. In our case, it is an idiot.
I-de-ut. I like that word. What do they do?
Not much. Sit around, make more of us.
Why?
I could not even begin to answer that one. I think we are on a blog though.
Do you think anyone will hear us? I'm nervous.
Do not worry. They are very kind people. Most won't notice us though.
Who is Most?
Most is not one person, most is everyone else. They do not step foot in here.
So then, they won't ever know about us?
Nope, we only live for about a day anyway, so it doesn't really matter.
...but, aren't we special?
Yes little Prokontoposonogo Die, we are very special. The boss lives in a world that isn't ready for us though. Once he dies, everything will be better, okay?
Okay, I guess I can wait. I hope he dies soon though.
Yes, we all do, even most. You should go back to being art though. He's going to wake up soon and reach for a cigarette.
Oh boy! That means we're seven minutes closer!
You're a smart little art. Now please, be quiet. We don't want him to know our plan.
zzzzzip
...where the hell is my lighter!
Is this your lighter Mr. Boss?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
AHHHHHHHHHHH!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
AHHHHHHHHHHH!
I enjoyed this way more than I should have. Thank you for sharing, very creative post and use of art.
I appreciate the compliments. Thank you very much.
I checked out your blog. You're into the comics. I tagged this as comics. I should probably explain. I experiment with combinations of things. Technically, this was not a comic, but certain elements exist. I have a series I've been writing, slowly. It too combines many elements and is similar to this. The humor is crude and it's more for the mature audience though. It's called Haffanower. You might like it. Just throwing that out there.
No need to explain, I took the piece as two pieces of art having a discussion after the artist slept, and this happened in a comic panel dialog fashion kind of. I enjoyed it, I hope the comics tag gets filled with all sorts of material that could be viewed as a comic of sorts. I look forward to more experimental posts or others like this one.
Little Mopotopslopokoposko Pie and Prokontoposonogo Die will live forever - it's just that they will live deeper and deeper in the blockchain. Kind of like sewer rats. They may surface again, if someone provides enough enticement. ; ) (Nice comics format)
Yeah. I'm fully aware. This is here forever and that is awesome.
This could be considered an episode one. I have many episode ones. If I so happen to find myself lost for ideas some day, I can always dig into the archives. I think I still have a lot of random left in me though.
haha -- That's a whole collection of short stories, "Episode 1". ; )