Albo jak kto woli Chester, z opowiadania Andrzeja Sapkowskiego "Zlote Popoludnie". Robiony przez kilka dni w szkole, jest odzwierciedleniem mojej wszechogarniajacej lekcyjnej nudy
Pierwszy z serii Nennekystycznych kotkow.
size : A4 medium : eee... ^^'' owner : me :] and Szymon
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23.08.2005 EDITED :
Rescanned, reedited, with border, with category and section changed. Sorry if You've seen it before. Sorry, but the description stays in Polish Picture made few years ago.
Mwahahaha... ojejejej jak to bylo dawno temu Chestep powstawal okolo tygodnia na kazdej niemal lekcji polskiego, przedsiebiorczosci, eee.e.... WOS-u, i angielskiego. Teraz nosze ze soba mniejszy szkicownik na wyklady i rysuje wykladowcow, studentow dookola... moze zaczne znowu z kotkami kto wie... Dzieki piekne za komentarz i za fava na Nenneke 1
Go to school!! Have some dull classess!! And drawng things like that will be your everyday's habit.
When I was in high-school I did things like that almost every day. I can't do it now :] no time for that.
This one was really made at school, during various classess, in about one week.
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Thanks!
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Flames to dust, lovers to friends... why do all good things come to an end?
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A kot jest bardzo fajny-podobami się kolorystyka ^_^
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Eines Tages, wenn die erde stirbt,
und der letzte Mensch mit ihr,
dann bleibt nichts zurück als die öde wüste
einer unstillbaren gier.
"Tanz der Vampire" forever!!
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Flames to dust, lovers to friends... why do all good things come to an end?
~nenneko | ~anachs-photos | November Rain
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Flames to dust, lovers to friends... why do all good things come to an end?
~nenneko | ~anachs-photos | November Rain
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Sometimes the truth about things reveals itself only when we look back at the photographs.
No Reservations -- Anthony Bourdain
When I was in high-school I did things like that almost every day. I can't do it now :] no time for that.
This one was really made at school, during various classess, in about one week.
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Flames to dust, lovers to friends... why do all good things come to an end?
~nenneko | ~anachs-photos | November Rain