1)Become a kickass PUA
2)Start my own webcomic(I can't even DRAW >_<)
3)Learn how to draw(Maybe this is in the wrong order)
4)Write poems
Well, okay, the first and the last ones are pretty reasonable. For longtime readers of Happy Desolation however, you all probably know that my art skills are well, the stuff of nighttime talk shows. So, lets keep it realistic.
Number 1 is going pretty well, trust me. I'll stay tight lipped about it here though.
Number 4 is easy. My father is a pretty good writer. He's won a few competitions, but has never been lucky enough to get a book published or a movie script sold. Its not a matter of the quality of his work, as much as its a matter of our geography, if you know what I mean. I guess writing skill is genetic, because I sure as hell have it.
I was always writing MASSIVE stories in high school. I was always at the top of my English class. If Clive reads this, he can probably vouch for me about that story I wrote in Grade 8. 15 pages in one night. Most of the class did 4 pages. Clive's story about a dying dog warmed our hearts. Mine about a boy who made a deal with a demon froze their blood. Hehehehe.
So, by special request, by a special girl, I post the first poem in my series of poems here.
Haze
Dedicated to Bliss
I don't know where to start this poem,
And thinking would take too much time.
When I try to talk from my heart,
I suppose I could compare you to a fine piece of art,
But really, I'm not a nice person, why should I start?
Your personality is amazing,
And from what I remember, your ass is blazing,
Knowing you makes me lucky, so I'm praising,
Don't let your brother see this, please, no hell raising.
You seem really outstanding,
As bright as a day,
I swear to God, although I'm writing this poem, I'm not gay.
Your eyes seemed as cold as ice,
But at the same time as clear as a bell.
I wonder, if I hadn't met you, would I be in existential hell?
At the time, you seemed as silent as the grave,
But now that I almost know you, its like you're naughty, you can't behave.
Silent yet as pretty as a picture,
After reading this I'm expecting you to give me a stricture.
I'm running out of Blogger space,
But keep this poem in your heart, your special place.
Thats all I can write about you for now, Bliss,
If you really like it you can repay me with a kiss
Oh lol.
Did I really write that? Sounds a bit too mushy. Hmmm...needs a few more heavy metal guitars and rockstars bleeding out of their eyes. Oh well.
You guys should definitely check out Questionable Content. It is one of the funniest and best webcomics I've read, alongside Striptease and Animals Have Problems Too.
As I mentioned earlier, I'm not much of an artist, but that's about to change. I've decided to practice the HELL out of myself lol. I started at like 2 in the morning. I've been drawing logos, then decided to move on to more advanced stuff. I drew the QC characters. I think they came out pretty well, for a terrible artist like me. They look a bit smudged, sorry. They weren't really that smudged, but my scanner is like almost half my age, so its a bit outdated(a bit huh?).
Here it is for your viewing pleasure or displeasure, if you get off on that sort of crap:
Whew, that was a MASSIVE post. I haven't written this much for a while. I think that's about if for now. Hope it was to your liking, my dear readers.
All Your Base Are Belong To Us,
Signed : Gavin
P.S. stricture(noun) - 1)Abnormal narrowing of a bodily canal or passageway
2)Severe criticsm
Learning is fun KIDS!! lol.
P.P.S. If by the odd chance that you're reading this Mr.Jacques, I'm sorry for butchering Marteen and Hanners. I think Pintsize came out quite well though. lol.
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