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Me Drawing My Death’s Head Comic Strip Really Fast

[v u="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11aVDdn8llM" t="Me Drawing My Death’s Head Comic Strip Really Fast"] See that? That's me drawing my Akira The Don's Guide To: Death's Head comic strip.

That's what that is.

That is also 5 hours, 24 minutes and 30 seconds condensed into just under 5 minutes.

THAT'S WHAT THAT IS.

The music is: The Gay Blades – O Shot (Akira The Don & Joey2tits Carjacker Mix, ft Littles) and Akira The Don ft Pixel, Trencha Narstie & Littles – Got Money (Krucy Darkstar Remix). Both songs are taken from ATD20.

That also means we have A WINNER!

Indeed, as my brain was all melty from drawing all day, I asked you to think of a song to soundtrack the timelapse video. And lo Raydome did say:

I think you should use Got Money (Krucy Darkstar Remix) for the video, quality tune, it’ll work well with the speeded up drawings.

And he was right. It works really well.

WELL DONE MR DOME! YOU WIN DEATH'S HEAD DRAWING! Email me your address!

Now, Karl pointed out in the comments that it was unfair for people to have multiple entries. "I could just copy and paste my whole ATD playlist, and then if any one of those is picked I would win," he said brimming with sambuca fuelled pathos. And he was right. So next time we have a competition, we shall have some cot-damn RULES! yes, it has come to that. This Wild West is getting The Rule of Law thrust upon it. BE AFRAID!

OK. I got a bunch of emails asking if I could make the Death's Head strip into a T Shirt. So, I have.

And, notoriously faithful public servant that I am, I have been asked to display the whole of that Death's Head one page comic strip I drew back in 2001 2003 that I mentioned, and I am going to do just that. HAVE AT YE:

AHAHAHA! They got shotted! BANG BANG BANG!

Ah, memories. I also did a one page comic strip starring Frankie from The Darkness that week. I might have to dig that out one day.

So, yeah, I hope you enjoyed that. Congratulations to all the competition entrants. As I type it is 23:19, and we are aboutto go into ANOTHER WEEK. It is going to be a big week, I think. I have plans. But never mind me... What awesome stuff are YOU gonna do this week?

Zzz

So, I got some (ha!) sleep, and I listened to the noises Birddogg was making up here while I was down in New York, doing whatever it was I was doing in New York. Like, there's some ill stuff. But one in particular is just tremendous. it is mighty. It fills my heart. And prefectly fits so many of the raps I was writing in New York, tempom flow, everything. So, what I've done, is draw various raps, and bits of raps, together, to create this New York song that's been brewing all the time I've been here. It is best I get it out now, before I FORGET. Annoyingly, the necassary component is missing. So piss.

Bad: All the stuff I bought last week - food, drink, socks, weed - is gone. Mostly. I got a lot of Ritz crackers, peanut butter and macaroni. Good: There's a Death's Head Moth on my window. (See right) Bad: There is animal shit by my window. Good: The air outside is fresh and envigorating. Bad: The air in the top level of the house, in which I am supposed to be dwelling, is thick with the stink of animal and of animal excrement.

I went to turn on the sauna earlier, and nearly trod in cat shit. Or dog shit. It could be both. Whatever. It's like, wow, sauna! Oh, catshit. Wow! Oh. Wow! Oh. Etc. So, I wanted to go into town and get a job today, to pay for my ticket back to New York, but waited about for people to come with me rather than just doing it, and the end result is it's super late now, too late to get a job anywhere, and everyone's going into town to go out, save me, who must stay at home cos he has no ID (this is a worry), and it's too far to chance not being allowed in anywhere.

A ha!

So I should write more now. I wrote a bunch earlier. Phil is worrying that Amy has forotten his ass, as she went in her tiny car to take Cecelia and James over an hour ago. But she hasn't forgotten him. It's just miles from ShanGayKen to Woodstoock! A HA!

I just asked Spiky if he has a message for the world. He said, "spitroast!" So there you go.

Appologies

So, there were a bunch of updates and pictures and things, and they got wiped! Oh, the tragedy. So, a recap. On my last day on Rivington Street I saw a white thug in an open-top Hummer drive by blasting out 'I Want The One I Can't Have' and nodding along with a serious expression about his face.

Then we went.

Wade and I ended up on the coach, as there was no room in the van, or car. We got there early, and checked out the scene. The scene is small.

We don't actually live in Woodstock. We live in Shandaken, outside. Well, just outside. Half way up a mountain, hidden away by forest, amongst bears and chipmunks and what have you. In a big old dusty house full of weird porn and broken stuff, with brown water and giant ants. Like, there's a jacuzzi, but it doesn't seem to work. There is the biggest TV you've ever seen, but it's got a big black tear across the front and doesn't tune properly. It's a two hour walk to the nearest shop, whihc is a petrol station, and does a good line in biscuits. The local girl's got a lot of guns.

It is very lovely to look at up in Shandaken. Mountains covered in trees, mainly. Streams. Clouds so low you can jump up and punch them.

I miss Wade, who is back in London sorting out affairs. All my stuff is in boxes.

Lush

So I fell alseep on the sofa after 5, and was awakened gently by Super Phil at 6:20, and it transpired Bird left my bag with my passport in it at the venue last night. But Bird's got me another ID card, so we're outside waiting for Jeff to pick us up at 6:30. And at midday we're in LA, and soon after that we're in Interscope's offices,and I'm filling a bag with Nirvana, Guns N Roses, Gilbert And Sullivan, Dre, Peter Gabriel, Police and other such back catalogue. Jimmy Iovine has a signed letter from Tupac and a video console that won't switch on. And loads of ideas. A balcony. A lush view. LA is lush to look at, from these places of advantage. Like, later we visit Jeff and Trent's, and there's this fucking alien cat that loves me, and an incredible, incredible view, of this desolate wilderness spattered with money.

It was a lovely day.

But in the nighttime it is hard not to see that LA is awash with cunts. It is a sad and massive amount of cunts, and I am not sure whether it is sad because this is what the world did to them, or because this is what they do to the world, or because they are cunts, and you can see their faces rotting right in front of your eyes.