Kiwitober 2021 - Inktober's autistic cousin - Thank you for a great one!

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Unfortunately I'm dropping off this train. It was fun tho, But I feel that I start to lost it, not to mention that my work schedule and workplace conditions have changed drastically so I'll have no time to perform the drawings or anything even slightly artistic in a while.

... I'll deliver for the last day tho. Oh boy I'll make sure that's something special. Maybe...
 
Wereknight said:
Unfortunately I'm dropping off this train. It was fun tho, But I feel that I start to lost it, not to mention that my work schedule and workplace conditions have changed drastically so I'll have no time to perform the drawings or anything even slightly artistic in a while.

... I'll deliver for the last day tho. Oh boy I'll make sure that's something special. Maybe...
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I've really enjoyed your work! Hope all is well fren and work lightens up for you soon.
 
10/21 Deathfat's Neighbor

Deathfat fat activist rivals and bitter enemies, Anna O'Brien/GlitterandLazers and Corissa Enneking/Fat Girl Flow both managed to buy houses this year. I imagined them as neighbors. The contrast between O'Brien's strong pear shape and Enneking's strong apple shape was fun to draw.

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October 21 - Deathfat's Neighbor

Oh they're coming out
How does someone get like that?
The floors must be bowed
 
Day 20: Byuu's Revenge
Somehow ended up making Byuu look more like Michael Myers than himself, but hey, Happy Halloween!

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"brb guys, pee break, i can't wait to get back to playing my favorite Life is Strange game!"
He was never heard from again...
 
Deathfat's Neighbor
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Helena made out like a bandit when a major IT firm bought out her network security start up, and accomplished her pie in the sky goal: owning a row house in Brooklyn. Setting up a little home business developing web apps and renting out the apartments in her building she was trying to live her best life. Managing renovations, keeping everything in tip-top shape, being her tenants' dream landlord beat out designing disaster recovery plans that would be ignored when shit hit the fan any day.

And then the Deathfats moved into an apartment next door, bringing with them heaps of garbage, a disgusting stench, and a plague of rats and roaches. They couldn't die of heart attacks soon enough for her.
 
Day 21: Deathfat's Neighbour

I got my arm caught
in the folds of your gunt
for 127 hours.

I asked you to move
so I could free myself,
but you replied
that you could not.

I begged you to call
the fire brigade
for assistance,
but you were
continually
on the phone,
ordering pizza.

After I passed out
from dehydration
you chewed my arm
off at the elbow.

I awoke to the sight
of you gnawing on it
like a chicken wing.
Screaming at me,
in between bites,
to fetch the BBQ sauce
from the ruined
French dresser,
where you store the
overspill from the
fridge/freezer.

Five years ago
you had most of
your bones removed
as part of experimental
weight-loss surgery.

A team flew in
from Venezuela.

They worked on
you for nine days.

Your bones were not big
as you had often claimed.
They were normal-size
and they were
broken up into pieces,
or warped, as if they
had been subjected
to intense pressure.

When the surgeon asked
what you wanted to do with
the bric-a-brac of your skeleton,
you instructed him to
“Boil it down for soup” and
to make you “iggs,” which,
I explained, is your word
for two-dozen fried eggs
sealed inside a giant pancake.

Yesterday, the scent of
warm cinnamon rose
from the chimney of
your home, momentarily
blotting out the rancid
clouds of your flatulence.

I wondered if you
might have died;
whether that,
as rigor mortis set in,
your body had expelled it's
reserves of sugar and spice.

I waded-in, knee deep
through the antique
fast food containers,
to find you huffing
aromatic doughnut fumes
from a brown paper bag,
from a nearby bakery,
enquiring,
between inhalations:
“Is this vapin'?”
Adding:
“Ain't no calories in steam.”

When you die
they will hire
mass-gravediggers
from Colombia
to make the hole.

Your mark on this world
will be a solitary footprint
of unfathomable depth.
 
October 22 - The Harvest

Gassy Ethan Ralph
He could help the corn grow well
Make the sacrifice
 
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