Tag: fog

  • Repairing the pipes One by one, little by little, I’m repairing myselfFighting the never ending fight against numbnessEach time I restore one of my pipes, I breathe anewThen fogs come back and clogs my brain with shroudsI’m not complaining, I’ve made some progress !Since I’m not alone anymore, I got lot of help. /* Pencil…

  • New scarecrow Nobody likes my new scarecrow. Why? ‘tis just twigs and old rags. Why the hate?And this one works nice. See? No crows.Not a single one in sight.No tits either… Unrelated question, have you seen my cow? *** Krita on Yiynova *** Chai pas pourquoi personne n’aime mon nouvel épouvantail.C’est juste des brindilles et…

  • Piping in the fumes Should I pipe? Should I tout?To calm the earth’s fireBut playing this lil’ flutedoesn’t do shit either *** Je joue du ptit flûtiauPour refroidir l’air chaudJe ne fait que du ventAutant péter dedans Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Porte-mine sur carnet A6

  • Scotland A land overwhelmed by nature, shrouded in mystics fog and dark waters.A land where the wind sings the songs of the earth, carried over the oceansA land of strong and marvelous peoples, with hearth on their hands  This land’s named Scotland. A land where I want to stay forever Flower of Scotland starts playing…