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28 April 2012

They've Drunk Our Blood Now It's Time To Die!

These are 2 artworks I completed in my notebook.

They are freaky characters.

Here's a poem I wrote about them and as usual it doesn't make a whole lot of sense.

If any one wants to write their own poem I can put it up on the blog.

An ode to these two freaks

They've drunk our blood

We have no food

Our bellies do grumble

That is quite rude

We will arise

With pitch forks raised

Our rage intense

And justified

We'll gut those pigs

Who caused this mess

Dues will be paid

Of this we stress

Now it's time to die

There's no place to run

Only charred bones will remain

When we're done

Justice will be served

Just like a cake

At the birthday party

But it'll be your wake

The End

See you next time

-Mulga

21 March 2012

Zombie Tennis Player with Mo, Goatee and Headband

This is a big orange zombie that I painted. His name is Allen.

He looks like he just finished a marathon tennis match and he is really parched. You can tell because his tongue is lolling about and his gums are showing because they are really dry and his lips are getting caught on them.

That happens to me sometimes. It makes me look like a horse. When I was in school I used to ride my bike and sometimes when I arrived at school in the morning my lips would be stuck to my gums and I would look heaps funny. My friends would point and laugh because I looked so different from normal.

He is also really weary which you can tell from his eyes, his left eye in particular. It has an odd squint about it.

I am not sure if you can tell from this picture but there is a huge amount of detail in his facial hair and headband. That is his favourite headband because his grandmother knitted it for him before she passed away. It has strong sentimental value for him and he cherishes it dearly. It is also really effective at keeping the zombie sweat out of his eyes during a long rally.

This painting is for sale.

See you next time.

-Mulga

17 March 2012

Captain Crook the Shady Zombie Captain

This guy is a real shady character, you can see it in his eyes and by the way he smiles.

My talented friend Stuart McKerihan composed a poem about this seed bag.

Captain Crook

If you’re after a captain

Who looks more sleazy

You’d be hard pressed

This one’s real greasy

From port to port

He’s known all round

As the meanest moustache

To ever run aground

Once the commodore

Of a mighty fleet

Now he hangs out

Where the fishes sleep

The legend goes

That he was steering his vessel

When first mate Billy

Gave him the cutthroat special

His mutinous crew

Began to rejoice

Till they heard a rumble

A sickening voice

Turns out that zombies

Don’t bleed too much

And Captain Crook

Wasn’t dead as such

The terrified crew

Bailed in quick succession

And Crook was left nursing

His leering expression

Not at all pleased

He set about fishing

His mutinous crew

Ending up in the kitchen

To figure what happened

You don’t need much vision

Just spare a thought for the crew

The next time you go fishin’

See you next time.

-Mulga