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[13 Sep 2005|02:05am] |
( Drockleberry page 36 )
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I can’t say that I’m not too happy with how this page turned out...I think it’s one of those deals where I should have just took a break and worked on other things for a couple of days, and came back to it later with a fresh perspective, but, I plowed ahead anyway...it just feels awkward to me, even though there was nothing half-assed about it...I mean, I tried...heh...I think it was that first panel...I wasn’t pleased with it, kept going back and trying to fix it until it just got messier and messier, which sort’a threw me off my game for the remainder of the page. ... sooo sleepy...
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[13 Sep 2005|05:31am] |
"There is iron in your words for all Comanche to see. No signed paper can hold the iron. It must come from men. It is good that warriors such as you and I meet in the struggle of life...or death... It shall be life." - Ten Bears ( from the movie, "The Outlaw Josey Wales" )
oh...and lest we forget - this sax is so fuck'n gorgeous... SUMMERTIME by Bill Clinton ( no, not that Bill )
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