BRYAN BUMMINGTON - British Heroes

 

(2B pencil on 140mm x 130mm paper)

"They're not flag-waving wannabes, or finger-pointing-blamemongers. They're true British Heroes! They were born with spines of steel, have spunk by the bucketload, and their upper-lips aren't just stiff, they're rock-solid! They're the type who'll kick those mad-dogs aside and proudly march, bare-arsed, into the midday sun!"

We must all accept "God's Will"

The Laughing Monocled Cat

 

(HB pencil on a 138mm x 88mm postcard)

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You'll see an afterlife. This, I guarantee. Whether you believe in it or not, it doesn't matter, it will be there, and it'll be Paradise! Everything you were told it would be and much, much, more. And there you'll exist, in utter bliss, for what seems like an eternity....

Then, one heavenly day, you'll notice the strangest of things: A cat wearing a monocle. It appears out of nowhere and turns up everywhere you go. There's no escaping it, no matter how hard you try. It's just always there, until it's all that is there.

It'll sit, silently looking at you, as all cats sometimes do. Watching you. Studying you. Then you'll see a smile grow on its face. A smile which turns into a chuckle. A chuckle which turns into a giggle. A giggle which then bursts into a mad, howling, laugh.

And it's at this point that the full, horrific, nature of it will dawn on you. That it was all just a sick joke you've been playing on yourself. A delusion of a fading mind as it fires its last neurons before you truly die.

And The Laughing Monocled Cat, that mocking herald of your ultimate finality, will remind you of this by its very presence. It'll lay in wait for you all your life, and be there for you at the end. You can try to dismiss it, or even forget about it, but it will never forget you.

And why?

Because I've just put the idea of it into your head, and in your head it will always stay.

Prophecy 02 : THE EPIPHANY OF MAN



(black biro on 125mm x 75mm notecard)

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The epiphany of man will be when the last person finally decides to let go of their teddy bear, leaving it to fall, torn and ragged, back into the shadows of superstition from where it was born. A fool's folly, created out of ignorance and fear, will be uncreated under the burning light of knowledge and reason.

 

Then, and only then, will there dawn the golden age of mankind. When humanity finally arms itself with it's true, unshakeable faith. That it is they, and they alone, who are the true gods of their own destiny.