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that old kafka moment

Having finished inking a strip last night I wandered downstairs to see if Damian wanted to pass comment on how I'd drawn his shoes. Stood on the third step from the bottle was an enormous beetle, with shiny brown wing-cases and a sort of crunchy aspect, not doing anything, just sitting there. I politely stepped round it, checked the studio, living room and kitchen. No Damian. No lights on upstairs. Just me and the giant beetle.

Fortunately, by this morning, everything was back to normal.


( 5 worms — Feed the birds )
5th Jul, 2005 13:34 (UTC)
Where's Kafka when you need him?
5th Jul, 2005 13:43 (UTC)
Probably filing something.

Come to think of it, I could do with help with the filing.

Come back Kafka! I want you to do my filing!
5th Jul, 2005 13:41 (UTC)
Oh dear.
is there such a thing as a were-beetle?
5th Jul, 2005 16:53 (UTC)
Re: Oh dear.
"Even those who are pure of heart, and flush their dung at night..."
( 5 worms — Feed the birds )