|Gundi, Tiger & Co. in front of the Old Town Hall and Roland in their (and my) home town Bremen.|
Kelly's BellyThis is the story of a girl who grewKelly's Belly by lostsoul2k2003
Her hair was blonde, her eyes were blue
Young and pretty, her name was Kelly
All she wanted was a big round belly
Her friend was smart, made her a pill
One to make her stomach fill
She let the pill slide down her throat
Then felt herself begin to bloat
Next her tummy rounded out
Her cheeks puffed up and made her pout
Her top was stretched, it was too small
to cover her belly, now a big round ball
You'd think she had too much to eat
She could no longer see her feet
She rubbed her belly, felt it grow
Wondered when she'd start to slow
But there was no end to her inflation
Although she quite liked this sensation
She grew to many times her size
And there was panic in her eyes
Her friend realised something was wrong
The pill she'd made was way too strong
As Kelly floated from the ground
Her belly made a creaking sound
Her friend said sorry she had to go
But Kelly was about to blow
Now alone she filled the room
Reached her limit and went kaboom
Late Night CerealShe texted me to ask for milk,Late Night Cereal by Parsat
A query so surreal,
For she was of the hungry ilk
Who craved for cereal.
Alas, I had no milk but soy,
Which she was wary to deploy
Within her bowl,
Within her bowl,
Her face showed she did not taste joy.
Oh Special K! 'Twas not the day
She meant for you to swim
With Mister Two-Percent, and play
Your tasty games with him.
The box was done, your final breath
Could only end in runny death.
A soggy grave was all she left.
All times, both good and bad, must end
In peacefulness or pain.
One moment, by your side a friend,
The next, gone and estranged.
While we still live, let's take control,
Together, let's live to the full
Like milk and flakes,
Like milk and flakes,
Creamy, crunchy in the bowl.
Well, uh, that's me. Hi.|
Using my given names with the last name removed as a pen-name (literary nerds would call that a prenonym) wasn't my idea, but is something that just evolved - long story I won't bother to tell, because it ain't all that interesting. Just call me Paul.
I'd studied Forestry for some years, which continues to be something of an influence on my life and art, but eventually switched to becoming a teacher of English and Geography.
I'm fluent at German, Plattdütsch and English. I've also got reasonable skills in French and Latin. In this selection, Plattdütsch is special. It's the traditional minority language of my native Northern Germany, that miraculously keeps surviving due to the effort of people who hold it dear. I'm one of them, and that's why I'm the author of (to my knowledge) the only webcomic in Platt*, named Gundula un de Stuventiger: www.stuventiger.de
Since most people around the world of course don't speak Platt, I do an English version as well, known as Master the Tiger, which I post here (and on the Duck).
Apart from drawing comics and cartoons I sometimes write poems and stories and play the electric guitar. In all of it I'm entirely self-taught.
All my art is completely hand-made. This is partly because I'm constantly at war with computers and suchlike, but mostly because that's the way I like it. To me, doing it all the old-fashioned, traditional way with nothing getting in the way between me and what I produce is part of the fun, and even if the result may look a bit less polished, streamlined, whatever than it theoretically could, I wouldn't have it any other way.
I'm also a member of a rather special band called Gummi Arabikum. This is its official channel on YouTube: www.youtube.com/channel/UCfiPs…
* Please note that a number of artists/authors have published print comics in Platt, all of which I can warmly recommend, however I haven't seen any of them online.