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F_t_l_st_c Y_g_

I like profound things as much as the next idiot. The subconscious is ovumrated. And for the record, sperm cells are nasty little buggers; always practicing self-flagellation.

You see, the jape here is that we don’t know who is doing the talking.
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Fatalistic Yoga – the return!

… I personally doubt that I’ll be able to keep this up for much longer. I lack follow-

I really like that image, it looks just like me. Well – it doesn’t have grey hair or a piss-off look on its face. But I am pretty much always carrying a piece of fried chicken with me at all times.
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Fatalistically Yogatastic!

More missives from the mind of Minolta (do they still exist? Can I be sued for that???) I’ll leave this up here until legal gets back to me with their $0.02…

In retrospect, the room should be flipped around and the speech bubble should come from the left and the thought bubble should sit on the right.

I could (and maybe will) change this… but not now.
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Fatalistic Yoga – no mat required

Someone told me I should do this. She is fan of yoga – blame her.

You see, I embraced my failure years ago and I’ve been at peace with it. I do as little as possible and my failure ensures that I can only take credit for the things that people look at with disdain – all my best ideas go unthought or at least unwritten.
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Fatalistic Yoga is REAL!!!

Once again, I apologize in advance for making you cringe while I laugh. Funny how things don’t work so well for you when the shoo is on the other hoof!

More birds. Could be a subliminal goal or a desire to do more or travel. Or maybe I just like crapping on people from a dizzy height (and in the comfort of this chair in a cafe somewhere). You’re not going to be too shocked (especially if you actually know me (30 people in the entire world) to know that I don’t put too much thought into this. I do it when the mood tickles me and now that the technology is so robust it isn’t very tough to make these cheap images.
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Fatalistic Yoga 02 05 2021

Sorry to annoy, frustrate or offend. This was something that I had to get off my chest so I did it. If you like it – great! If you don’t – look away.

This one is for my friend Dave. You know who you are ‘Big Time’. It is actually something I drew originally in 2005. I mistakenly gave it to someone I thought would appreciate it. Instead it got shredded and the shredded remains were set on fire as part of a Wiccan ritual. Nice move anus! I hope you enjoyed your Snickers bar or whatever petty thing you prayed for with my creative work.

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Welcome to ‘Fatalistic Yoga’

Fatalistic Yoga is an expression of that part of my brain that I just can’t make SHUT UP! It wakes me up in the morning with unusual thoughts. It talks right over the top of all of the stuff you and other people say to me all day. It is the reason I carry small notebooks with me at all times (to write down its tiniest musings). It puts me to bed at night and fills my head with crazy dreams. It wakes me up in the middle of the night with far-fetched ideas that need to see pen touch paper before morning.

BEHOLD

My son had no idea what was going on… he just found it amusing that daddy ALSO likes to play with action figures (though he is still puzzled as to why “Steven and Aubrey” (the red and yellow guys that used to be part of the Power Rangers Universe (if such a thing exists)) always try to sell people horrible tasting muffins and cookies.

incidental artwork by Timothy John of Adelaide, Australia. He’s a deeply passionate and dedicated artist and would be frustrated as heck to know that his works were implicated in anything this low-class. Sorry Tim.