The Visit II

Well here is the formal version with its formal narration.

1.

The woman in passing the house, behind her back is her husband, who looks at the sky with his telescope.

-Honey, don’t forget! Today arrives the headmaster of the prestigious privet school for special children.

- Aha.

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Aliens:- Perfect subject! Prepare the chair!

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The flying sauser is flying toward the Earth.

2.

The bell is heard, and the woman  direct to the door.

-It must be Him. Be prepared.

- O.K.

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While he picks up the telescope and…

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looks long emptyly up.

3.

In front of the door is the headmaster, the woman greets him.

-Welcome in our home. It’s my pleasure to meet you. I am Mrs. Eel.

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- Mr. Eel will join us soon. Would you like a coffe?

- With milk and a spoon of sugar.

4.

The light picks Mr.Eel up.

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Mrs. shows the headmaster around the house.

-We are very specific about our child environment. Would you like to see his room?

-I would be glad.

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The aliens are filling the mister.

5.

In space cannot be heard, he screams.

6.

The headmaster and Eely are coming down stairs, which looks at the garden.

-Oh, you must see his project. He has a lab in the garden.

-That’s very modern. It must be good for the lad.

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Puff.

Our garden has…

7.

-This is an insult! How could you let this happen?! This kind of families cannot represent our institution!!

-but…but…

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The request is denide! Good Day!

The Visit

Let's say this is the informal version of the story, because, no narration, no explicit scene of the guy fucked by aliens. It was said 'I don't get it'. So till next time, because its formal version will be posted.

WINDY DAY IN BANNYVILLE

WINDY DAY IN BANNYVILLE

1.

In Bunnyville, inconvenient situations happen occationally.

-          Is it again?

2.

This time in the ‘Weather Forecast’, they announced precisely the seismic sifts, the catasrofy and cataclism.

-And wind!

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Ivana thought to herself:

It is perfect that Nikola left his windbreaker, because they foreseen the wind.

3.

The rain of salty meteores marinaded Bunnyville.

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Later came the erthquackes.

4.

In the end the in sucking ponds have appared.

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Then the situation adjusted.

-Sorry Nikola, I lost your windbreaker.

5.

Son of a bitch, you did it again!

Fable

Additional information, as presumed here is mentioned a tv channel called pink. You know the color pink and its symbolical meaning, well here pink maybe means only pink female genitalia, except its movie channel. Who is talking?! I haven't stared at it for 10 year (except in Libya, had to see the news).
So there is no person who isn't familiar with the nonsense that is poured through tv into the blob, that supposed to be your mind. No mind, let's boogie.

For(est)press

-No!Not through seven seas, here in the near is the Republik Forestia, and the bombs of news are all around.

On TV

-          We must join to the Union of Forests and we are already sold.

-          No!We sell the forest to the industrial kingdom through seven mountens on the North, where are the tajga.

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While in the kingdom of Anubis.

-          Everything goes according to the plan… My era is near. The stupid bears are going to doom everyone in their own name.

-          Ej, you’re late with your work.

On the ‘colorless chanal’ is the lotto of  wisdom.

-Who doesn’t apreasiate the little it has, it does not deserves the more.

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On the net. KrisRisBlog

-Actually you Sir are guilty!FUJ!

This is the time of crisis and rabbity madness.

-Mother of bitch! I have nothing!

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-Ej! Do you have beer?! I give you suger,baby!

- So thirsty.*the snale line

The Love of it

Well, yeah. This is the form that should tell what's behind the concept.

"Enjoy or Die" -Johnny Rotten 

Massacre of Youth

After the good overwhelming anxiety, on Saturday the magic of promotion of the latest issue of Zek Zin has happened with awesome gigs, the event was called Pokolj Omladine(Massacre of Youth).

It was a successful night, Novo Doba has also sold an issue of its comic books, as well as me.

Although what was before? Well the preparation and the the creation.

This guy, simply known as Dr.Gnoj printed the cover and helped making these wonders.

So now it continues, posting from the 1st.

Running Wild

Daily struggles to survive became the norm of this Mudtown and of course of the country which it is in Co. Shit & Stupid. There are still no system countries where politicians are not pop stars who entertain humanity by showing how low one can be, rather spokesmen of their stupid shit and making their own systems in each four year, which leads to have no proper services, or judicial system, or healthcare, or welfare, or universities... Still some how people manage to have a piece of brain, a few, but still counts, and it is refreshing to see some brain action in the land of brain dead.(yes, I have financial problems as anyone else.)

Anyway the point is, with great help the new ZekZin will be printed, even though it will be late a couple of more months. If you don't know the reason why is ZekZin created than here it is:
(This is stated at the first page of the zine, which features D.R.O.)
"Dear reader,
enjoy the rise of the rabbits.
One of the reasons for starting Zek Zin was the idea to encourage the authors from Subotica to start ( or continue ) to do their drawings. We plan to show one author per issue, and we are happy to present you our first formal issue featuring - D.R.O.
Thank you for all of your support and help of realization of this fanzine."

It is a difficult task. I am running wild, which this gif shows. On the wall it's written Running Wild.

Back to the point! Here is finally some good story by D.R.O. Who is the first enthusiastic contributor.(ok, the issue No.2, is not printed yet, but my guilt compels to post from the "first" issue, and the good start is to show the willing one.)