Walnut

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Originally uploaded by biukalee.
It has come to my attention that many of you are not getting enough sleep.

It has also come to my attention that I have not yet posted my walnut drawings for you to view.

I naturally conclude that you have not been getting enough sleep because I haven't shown you my walnut drawings. What follows are four of the 13 images that I drew of my lovely walnut. Now you can go get some sleep.

Comments

the girl in the red hat said…
I can't believe that Serapio never told me you are this good! I mean, can he draw a walnut? I would be very surprised. Also, he threw a cat at me. That's not nice.

You can come a draw a walnut in my house anytime...

Sleep is over-rated. After several nights of five hours or so, I get this rather pleasant giddy feeling. I'm assuming that it is either immoral or illegal.

My word is onzrb. I think I shall say it at random intervals. Onzrb to you, onzrb to you, onzrb to you, dear slowlane, onzrb to you.
9:38 AM
slowlane said…
Girl in the red hat,
I am glad to see that you have not yet been burried by school work.

Serapio never told you that I was that good because up until this walnut the last thing I ever drew that earned praise was a toilet I drew in first grade.

You should tell him that he is not allowed to throw anything at you unless he can draw it. But then again maybe he was throwing a cat at you because you were getting too giddy. Perhaps he threw the cat at you to save you from doing something both immoral and illegal.
3:38 PM
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