Hope Corgi is my favorite comic book character.
Has he ever met Dex-starr?
Because I think he needs to.
Dream of my Grandfather
I woke up at 6 today, I usually don’t do this I like to sleep til about 6:30 to get a bit extra sleep. So I rolled over as one is to do in the morning and checked the time. Upon realizing my error I decided to return to sleep (I’m a bit of a bum like that.) I immediately found myself in a dream, a living room as it where that bared a slight resemblance to my old home, the one my Grandpa and I first bonded in as it where (for the record this is neither a reoccurring dream nor a continuation, my dream before waking up I was singing covers for the band Boston.) We talked a bit and I asked him to stay and eat with me. He was dressed as he always was the days before his stroke, a polo shirt tucked into his jeans, with his thick hair I hadn’t seen in many years.
But there was one thing different about him, he was a giant, of intimidating size, but I knew not to be scared due to the loving smile on his face. I felt like a child as I rummaged through my mental fridge in futile search for food which couldn’t be prepared. One line then wrung out as I asked him to just go to George Webb’s, a local diner chain we would frequent. I offered to pick up the bill now as I wasn’t a boy anymore and could pay off myself. He accepted the offer and took my hand; which felt as it always had, quite gruff and worn but a hint of comfortable softness to it.
But I felt something strange, his fingers were crossed. I looked at him and began to sob deeply. “Why?” I cried out. “Why can’t we?” He looked at me with solemn eyes and said “You know why I can’t.”
I began to cry out and his hand only grew tighter. I looked out and said one thing. “Please, no matter what, please don’t let go.”
His hand only grew tighter.
Why do I post this? Because I need to share this with some one.
Keng Lye - Alive without Breath (2013) - Hyperrealistic sea animals created using acrylics and epoxy resin, layer by layer
