MODels, my comic

My project has changed alot, for the 'finished sculpture'; I have tons of sewing to do, and then to piece the squares together onto a long yellow cloth, a large canopy, that seems to have no purpose, because, where can I hang it??, I'm making little bits of dolls-size furniture from match-boxes, I might take the japanese guy, from Hayward Gallery; Walking in My Mind, idea of looking through windows...but no, plagiarised, some shitty neon abstract square paintings, that I'll just hang together with wire, to make them a little more interesting,

so, two sketch-books about time travel, have been, chucked, and lots of fluorescent drinking straws have been stolen...and I've filled my new book, up, in one week,

with; sketches made from that very, silly, little, PC program/application; called;

Paint. (because, it was there, and it gives the book, an interesting style, it also takes me no longer than ten minutes per sketch...I don't care about Photoshopping, and I'm sick of all the 'manga' clones...)

And some scripts, because!

I'm writing and drawing a cartoon-comic-book,

about aliens. zombies (yawn, not original...but these stories are about my visions) and me. and colours of souls.

Most of the script came from 'Yahweh', the aliens are groovy and hebrew. Some of the script, ?? (the word) ; developed, a little better, when I began to think for myself...

this doodle, is the human-boy, who meets a hebrew alien, and he is haunted by dreams of the devil...I made these sketches in the library, and the model for this character was a young boy, who had these amazingly bright but haunted looking eyes, a sweet long mouth with two protuding front teeth, and 'elvin' eyebrows...

And this little alien is the star, that saves the world....

And this is what saves: a kiss!

OK; let me try a dodgy blurb:

A hidden man controls the portal to another world experiencing the armageddon, a girl Dov; trapped in a house, (which is the portal) is fighting hell, she calls for light, a fragment of her soul has been taken by the Devil, creating many zombies, other odd things are happening...the end of the world has already happened, but the humans haven't noticed, death appears, as old age, they are all old, some died in see...a group of aliens love, the girl, (they each hear the other, and this is shown in the way, they all speak...a special link; and they appear to have been chosen by the Hidden Man, to go through the portal, and to bring God (Damn) they have been chosen through love, Z and S are just friends, S is dating A, and .A, (takes a 'drog' and falls in with the 'dead' human's goes crazy and the married Ravztin couple...Z is lousy but the Hidden Man talks through him and he falls for a boy, who hears much worse from Satan, than Dov, and needs to be saved, well, he justs asks him; "Do you love me?" he means god, I added the freak...humans are laughing at Dov for crying God, that's why the aliens appear...defying God has brought the ----, hysterically annoying beings, that drive men mad with their incessant chat, because this group of A sins which are hilarious...an alien called Z. is in love with Dov, the other aliens are sweet on her, because she brings soul...the girls, the boys

ok, blob...they have a sweet way of talking, dialect..

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COLOURS OF SOUL,

remember each one has ?? word?? a mirror!! god/sin

vanilla-we worship god, need love so much

blood red-we love god, they lead us, we white.

white-we give love! We are happy, feather light.

green-true love

dark brown-questioning God, wise

.dark blue-we are holiest.

a very deep dark, purple blue mix-I call it 'dark night of the soul' it's woe...why...high sorrow/love

purple-Holy Love

matte bright blue-we are silly, funny behaviour, jokes.l

light blue-we show Him.

turquoise-we were soul blessed

orange-we think like heathen, intellectual

bright pink-we party like Him!

light grey-we are god intellect.

dark matte grey-hell

light pink-we love. happy.

yellow-sick sinners.

lemon-wanted love, brought forth Him, worships God.

red-hatred.lilac-we want to party!!

lime green-we are sinning!!

cream white-feel sick

deep black-holy anger

matte black-sin.

I'll give you some quotes:

: "The Faller, were Hellian, they kept the Earth, with lies, they said; We have burn. They wanted to know how to shell..., how to kill a Heaven's soul...men were never sure, and they let them through."

A: "They became dead. Surer! They found the leader, a Zion leader."

(someone else wrote the script, someone in me)

E: "Little Dov...she's kept. Out!! She's kept, like a jewel. Slept through, every death, wept...Lorded, like a red, slept, and then ran, higher and higher...Ran for hope...I was sure, she was cool...she moped. She leads...she's found a home! (tiny laugh) She is sssoooooo Anglo...like 'ain't, 'bent'...I think she'll hope."
Ah: "Disaster! Ab----n lead. He's slimming light!! What a DIG!"

Ahu; "No, you shed!! We ain't hit!! Ain't beg!!"

Ahu; "Why does he witch??!! He's mizzening like a demon...they won't light!!"

humans are screaming, "This is sick!! Sick! Where are we??"
(have they fallen to hell? Abn is high on drugs)

Musical Scenes and the Real Muhammed

Dungen - "Gör Det Nu"

this is the Swedish song, that captures a whole new musical scene! In Heavens!!

found on 2007-02 stereogums, free zip downloads...

Add the Spaatz, add the slick thin suits, with a little black and white check patterns, the leather cord around the head, and a transformation of sex.

Black dreams!! SO whilst, playing this tune, over and over, tap-dancing, and hair hanging over, with hands in the air; Muhammed;

I see his face, black hair and beard, and coloured in dark blue and dark green;


BANG! My eye shifts, and he sees monsters...


this scene is 1960's, mods...I turn into this (picture);

a painted jewish lady;


"Satan!! Satan!! Father she brings Hell looks!!"


He has a strange body, it's wide, and his arms and legs are stunted, but he must have beautiful love, because dark blue is holy, and dark green is true love);


"What is your name, Hell witch?? (song playing and playing, 'work stchill...mmmm mwah'...lou...got fur....')


leg wiggles;




finger to chin; "Lou, " "What is your name? They have reported, you bring Hell....Lou," pout, pout... sing singing...


"This witch is Christ!!"


"Yahweh, Yahweh, hear I only call on Yahweh, I give others dreams, gold and blue..."


something about, killing David's Israel...I took to fight..."Ta, ta dum ra dum dum, killing hebrew music, american higher, see Heaven...we are the hebrew lover!! Should have only belonged to David, the american hebrew..." Song playing, on repeat, had to walk out so high, tapping my feet on cars, spinning in the sky..."Lou, I do....." (I translate weirdly, "Don't really like herrrrrr, heaven...you can't feel her..."



Muhammed: "You want fight? You want fight? I will fight...I will kill Hell!"
"Israel is fire!! Queen of Israel, I am fire!!"
"I will KILL FIRE! I will 'scenes' HELL!!"

the musical scene, can be created, by witty cool...make one hip, make one tune...relate tune...we have 30 hip...the dancing is King...we have ten bands...type of musak; hippy electronic, prog rock, mixed with motown...another dress design, blood red velvet suit, a dark brown cord jacket, black cravat (I am obsessed with these styles) an everyday, chunky black wool knit cardigan with huge buttons, and long dark green skirts, with wavy hems...dark brown suits (dark brown is the colour of why)


"So we have an M!! Mo-mo mohammed, mariam, maddona, mannie, mario, I could go through the whole Heaven list of names, til I'm crazyyyyyyyyyy....GRANDAD MARIO!! (playing the one dungen song over and over) M M M M M!!!" little handshakes, and smokes in the garden...got der nu, on repeat..."Italian Grandad! He's not Muhammed!! Look what we made! I am Luigiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii........."


drum drum drum...singing; "I am so insulting!! they all live and got..."


"Did you see Satan?"



still tap-dancing, moving like an ancient Israeli, from Last Temptation of Christ


" You are a witch!!"





"Oh, can't choo fall on things?"



"Jute!"




'We work, stchill..."





Then I read his book, 25 sins...'They all live..."

"You sentence me!!!!!!!!!!!"

"This Hell-Woman, ssssseeeeeeeeeeksss deatttttttthhhhhh!!!!" Screaming now...

drumming, drumming, then, in a purple dream dancing with a book. I'm 6 foot tall, and my hairs turned black....

He screamed; "She is Father KINGS!!"

(this is quite cool too--Chromeo-Fancy Footwork)

Because

here's the news guy:

Selassie, is the son of me, and my 93rd wife, circa, David time...

Also, I went to a little rehab fireworks party:

They played Bob Marley!

He called:

Hi GrannyMom! He talked in the music....shocking news:

He is the baby of my wife, whom I was met with 2006, she was still a girl, and they wanted me to marry; we talked alot...for a year, she is the spider thrower; from
http://dadoichzlig.blogspot.com/2008/10/angel-of-hope.html

Ms. Peculiar is going mad, she's fainting!

We meet all together for parties, we had a firework party at David's house, We are still married! The party lasted years, Bob sits with us, the kids sit there and watch the fire, so little sister is still young, there at these parties are thousands of my blood,

party...I've over-populated Heaven!

Finding a Religion

this is what i found, I nearly am;

revelations, babylon, zion;

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rastafarianism

I'm Well.

I'm well, I'm selling paintings like a dog!! and cheap!!

So much so, that I've run out...

Protest

I'm very rude...

And my rude language, unfortunately is in German, I hate myself when I start shrieking, especially...in German...

Well, about twelve years ago, (ok, ten. oh! eight years ago!) I went to the West End, with my sister and a cousin, this was when I got stoned, rifling through the kitchen and under sofas, to find odd little pieces of compressed marijuana...When we entered Trafalgar Square, we saw a protest, against University Fees, we got free red t-shirts, which I still have, and placards, we carried ourselves all through to the Strand, making or own protest, long after it finished; having our photos taken by Japanese tourists...It was a small meeting,

and while I climbed up onto a black lion, they were organizing below, I threw a cigarette end, down into the collection of wooden signs...a woman got angry with me...

"OI! Juden Zwitter (dyke)!! Who are you? A messy bitch! Don't tell me what!! You're FAT!!"

And.

That's it. It makes me think about locals.

This week, I've been awful. Schtum...

Art Class

I have lucky school...the teacher flirts with me.

I'm making a project which fills up two books, about snogging a rock singer, and time travelling back to Germany...it involves scientific equations...and stories about aliens...

what it has become, is a joke on religious worshippers, rat-people lauding, giant paper maiche Buddhas, a little wooden cage, covered in fluorescent paintings, portraits of me, a girl, and (HETA-UMA) inspired paintings of female singers, put together in a huge japanese house, with car-toys and neon snakes, and a collage of me in photos...and non-matching oil-painting in construction of mountains, alien people, butterflies, naked giant women, and Kurt Cobain

overhung with a bright embroidered canopy covered in colourful symbols. The theme is:

Scale and (whats in our); MIND

The tutor is jewish, she has just married, she has soul, she showed me: Maus (because of the RATS) MAUS is a jewish cartoon-comic based on WW2, where the 'gangs' are represented by animals;

Mice are Jewish, Cats are German, the British are FISH?? Leg-less animals that save occupied Europe? Can they fly?? Russians, I think, are PIGS, which makes them, the swine...that upset many Russians...Americans are dogs, my little sister, is crying for dogs, because we got a bit mixed up in talking, the Holy Wars, in the Book of Revelations...so that, a kids film, about an evil Persian Cat, controlling nuclear bombs, has to be defeated, by white American dogs, IS our Holy War; so telling that:

SHEEP, are DOGS

GOATS, are CATS...so she's pissing Mannie off, with our chant to the people; "YOU ARE DOGS!! DOGS!! REMEMBER YOU ARE THE DOG!!"

Tutor is SOUL, last week, I was kissed, from across the table, and I didn't savour the kiss, I just mumble, something shocking happened, we sat next to each other, drawing a grid, for a mural, and went into soul, we both jumped from the table, and hollered;

'you think I want your pussy!!' -something something-

Yuck, I thought, I hate my soul...I said, 'that is sick, I vant to hear no more sick, this outburst, is, kar sarvers, it is the worst sin...and vhat am I to tell husbands, I am right to stay down, but I love zis...', and stared at the table. she looked at me sideways and giggled...

I think she is jewish, because she has funny eyes, I know I dont look at women, properly...

The life-drawing class was worse...this is in the evening, and taught by a male tutor...the model, was a very thin anorexic woman with quite short hair, when he walked round to see my charcoal drawing, he started shaking, and woofing...

I went mad.

"Bastard, you are looking at a naked woman, through my easel, and if she is my wife I want you dead!!! I am going to burn you!!"

So, I walked through the class room, to a fat-boy, because I wanted his tobacco, so I could leave, the class, and go mad, outside, worse...the fat boy giggled, and I saw, a quite fat gold naked woman's body, what he could see:

I died...

He was looking at me, and giggling while rolling the tobacco, and then I saw a very tall woman, with long hair, I completely died, and tried to get out the locked door, got told off for the wrong door, and wanted to cry, I imagined, I saw another woman looking for me,

"Well, if this Viking woman, because she is german girlfriend, is looking for me, I forgive you...she is wanting..."

Outside, I walked around, screaming, that silly man appeared, covered in an aura of bright red light:

I WANT HUMAN MEN DEAD!!!!!!!!! I WANT THEM DEAD...

I'll BURN THEM, I forgive fat-boy, but I will burn the tutor dead, I divorce that woman!!!

When I came back in, I was calm, I began another picture, and the tutor appeared just in front of my easel, and made me hysterical, because his head, turned huge and orange, and it left his body, and wobbled behind my easel...

then I started talking to the model, this time, she was lying, on the floor, and cushions, hiding her face, I said:

"I'm magic!! I can tweak your nipple without touching!!! -Tutor- did a picture of you, and I know it was me, is he in love, with Angel's Love?? because he drew, a wider woman, with long hair, tyed in a chinese needle??..."

I said; you are weeping, this line underneath your arm, is thicker, because you are weeping, and the legs, are nice and round, so one darker curve...I'm putting prayer in it, too, I want hebrew boys, higher, blue to look red, bring rebellion, women back into soul, so they can weep, and I rubbed the shading round, and over the picture...

It's the charcoal sketch, that made, it, so I'm selling it online...for #40 pounds?? I'll make a little less...

---Nazi's---

the tutor, sees, me as a black cat, with a silly beard...Am I a black cat?? 'No...moos'

for the last two mornings, I've woken up in odd films, in the first, film, I'm training as a pilot, I am in a room, like an airport waiting room, and I have:

a long, tattoo, on my inner arm, in green and black, of a german missile diagram..this morning too, what do they put me in?? I'm talking to DiCaprio, saying ' we're lucky they see this Italian, think I'm Italian...I played a stupid computer a while ago, four men on a mission to break into a Nazi underground bomobsite, and I was playing silly jokes, like; I vill hypnotise you too!!, the guy who helps, El Duce!! El Duce!! suddenly reminding myself, think? that that's Mussolini's nickname? And the Weasel saga, I kept walking round the garden, crying out, dirty kike, (because I make these words up, mad!!) which led to him, I am told, pretending he is jewish, I can see he is blood of witch-hunt, the hunter, most likely....which must have stuck me in these scenes ?? Nazi Heaven dreams??
---When I was younger, I lived with Gipsys...I can speak Romany:

Gentile-is-; Chanah (like Gringo)

Fuck You-is-; Cha-mao-a

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MY embroidery helps, prayer, I'm married, I've married a cool girl, who wears grunge-mod clothes, and works in a Brassiere-making, job...

She was brain-damaged, I prayed for two days, for about three hours, for the last two days, in my room, and 4 parts of 39 damaged parts are healing...

do you have to believe?? I'm also managing crazy Nanny's pysche, a little less bully, swearing, and some more help, kindness...because I could come back with this, and say it's failed, and what could be telling me this?? SOmeone who also told me, there is a much quieter, girl, somewhere, who you haven't known, crying help, us, Father....

She wants me back, today...I have to leave about two and a half weeks, before the next prayer...and discovered, that praying in my mind, was failing, because, my shoulders ache, and my brain is full of junk, and screaming, so I kept the light, in my swift sewing arm...pricked my fingers many times, when I said; things like; Dont care if Jesus died, Hate my Mum,...

And realised, I had to leave the prayer carefully, by calling it off around my soul, so I wont shake her...yes she's young...and I have a terrible, couth and cold...

and....? another thing; something is letting men through theday, about every half hour for a few minutes, I went totally pyschotic, like;

'I'll do something that will break the whole prayer down and knock you...I was talking throughout the whole prayer and told her to just sleep, I was talking when she wanted talk, (and I feel them fall, it crashes through my mind, and I get sick) and leaving to talk to others, when she began to sleep, told her, try to rest without listening, and how to keep Mum less violent, by remaining cool, in the power of light, like, she could make her make the tea...I spyed on Nan, and when she talked about me, and the girl I was tlakign to, to make conversation, Nan, says; Fuck Off, I saw a man, there, I saw three times, someone trying to punch her head, and I've managed to keep them away, and when I get high...nicotine, just go....stop worrying you have to be there, and If I'm saying things like arse, while looking for the dropped needle, then I say, low...sorry....that's a surprise...talking like that, every ten minutes!!

green and silver lights, and she's so white, with long black hair, and dark brown eyes...when we married, I guessed, because I couldn't hear, but I felt so high, and then saw the colours, but I run away from high...
and she was taller than me, and I need, that awful photo of us, arriving at this house, with bendy legs and messy hair and heavy bags...where mum used to call me bitch whenever I arrived home...
nu

The baby's walkign around slamming doors, and now she is crying in fROnt of the tv...i CALLED OUT, WHY IS SHE CRYING?? and now I can hear a silly woman, crying ;

I said, you don't love her...some stupid arabic accent, 'is this Ala? from the bus?? the girl that said, I love you, and heard me cry, in my coat, because I feared evil, the girl wearing Niqab, and the other muslim girls downstairs with me touching my arm, because I said she had to go??

Now, they are all crying...I said who are you??'

Allah...Allah.....Allah...

'you cant be Allah, because that's not cool...'

crying.

Remember, sensitive age!!!!!!!!!

well....bof...out of my hair
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Art Class, continued:

---"I hate being blind!! Everyone sees this, I am blind!!"

The fat-boy laughed; "You think he's looking at your bird...he wants the model so much..."This is perfect, I want, Oh God, we're jews!! See -models- sexual....Oh God!! -model- that charcoal, is wants...."