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ELLY belly in the #snow

ELLY belly in the #snow

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eatsleepdraw:

“Wild Thing”
Original Oil and Graphite painting by Marta Berk. 
Prints available on Etsy: http://bymarta.etsy.com
FB: http://www.facebook.com/DesignByMarta
Twitter: @MartaBerk
Blog: http://bymartaberk.blogspot.com/

eatsleepdraw:

“Wild Thing”

Original Oil and Graphite painting by Marta Berk.

Prints available on Etsy: http://bymarta.etsy.com

FB: http://www.facebook.com/DesignByMarta

Twitter: @MartaBerk

Blog: http://bymartaberk.blogspot.com/

theparisreview:

Much later on, long after Judgment Day, we remembered that a man had once passed through here and then returned, still living, to the world. Across the lightning and malefic smoke of Hell the news travelled. A human man! Only passing through!
Among all my fellow devils the one I most often conversed with, at this time of the news of the escaped man, was a polymorph named Miplip. I had no choice about talking with him. He was my overseer. In his natural state he possessed a hideous face: scaly, pendulous cheeks and a long nose with a circular tip and the nostrils on the tip. I had heard it said that the inspiration for his looks came from an ancient river turtle of South America, but this of course could not be, for Miplip had been created eons before either the turtle or the river in which, until Judgment Day, the creature had made its home.
He was my overseer. Still, still it rankles. In our Division there was Miplip and I, only we two, though there were visitors, and he—he was the one in charge. Everywhere devils work in twos; one must be in charge. Then why should it hurt so? Miplip, Miplip. Our relationship was oppressive.
Why did you argue with me, perpetually shaking your brittle cheeks? They made a rustling sound, and anyway I conceded every point, sooner or later. Why the heartless flaunting of your superiority? I concede: you have all the advantages. Don’t you think we have been at it together long enough for me to know? I concede that your tongue is longer than mine and that the inside of your mouth is a nastier yellow. I concede that your polymorphism dwarfs anything I am capable of. Then why should I be reminded, again and again? Miplip. The nagging. The nicknames. The shapes you sometimes assumed, just to delude me. The jokes far over my head. The remarks to others. Everywhere devils work in twos, and one must be in charge. Therefore I needed you; I could never be in charge. But what did you need, to cause me such pain?
—John Domini, “Laugh Kookaberry, Laugh Kookaberry, Gay Your Life Must Be”
Painting Credit Orion Fisher

theparisreview:

Much later on, long after Judgment Day, we remembered that a man had once passed through here and then returned, still living, to the world. Across the lightning and malefic smoke of Hell the news travelled. A human man! Only passing through!

Among all my fellow devils the one I most often conversed with, at this time of the news of the escaped man, was a polymorph named Miplip. I had no choice about talking with him. He was my overseer. In his natural state he possessed a hideous face: scaly, pendulous cheeks and a long nose with a circular tip and the nostrils on the tip. I had heard it said that the inspiration for his looks came from an ancient river turtle of South America, but this of course could not be, for Miplip had been created eons before either the turtle or the river in which, until Judgment Day, the creature had made its home.

He was my overseer. Still, still it rankles. In our Division there was Miplip and I, only we two, though there were visitors, and he—he was the one in charge. Everywhere devils work in twos; one must be in charge. Then why should it hurt so? Miplip, Miplip. Our relationship was oppressive.

Why did you argue with me, perpetually shaking your brittle cheeks? They made a rustling sound, and anyway I conceded every point, sooner or later. Why the heartless flaunting of your superiority? I concede: you have all the advantages. Don’t you think we have been at it together long enough for me to know? I concede that your tongue is longer than mine and that the inside of your mouth is a nastier yellow. I concede that your polymorphism dwarfs anything I am capable of. Then why should I be reminded, again and again? Miplip. The nagging. The nicknames. The shapes you sometimes assumed, just to delude me. The jokes far over my head. The remarks to others. Everywhere devils work in twos, and one must be in charge. Therefore I needed you; I could never be in charge. But what did you need, to cause me such pain?

John Domini, “Laugh Kookaberry, Laugh Kookaberry, Gay Your Life Must Be”

Painting Credit Orion Fisher

Little babies 😄 (Taken with Instagram)

Little babies 😄 (Taken with Instagram)

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Watching the sun set :) (Taken with Instagram)

Watching the sun set :) (Taken with Instagram)