"If you dis a kid with a crayon, you just might end up with fuzzy wuzzy brown on your face." logic from Sharon Wagner: child artist, revenge advocate, recess crayon warrior.
More words of revenge wisdom from the internet....
1) My silence is not weakness, but the beginning of my revenge.
2) Your knife, my back. My gun, your head.
3) When karma comes back to punch you in the face, I wanna be there...just in case it needs help.
4) Never go to bed angry, stay awake and plot revenge.
5) Weak people revenge. Strong people forgive. Intelligent people ignore.
Did you read number 5? I threw that in, just to show you I've grown up. Poor Theresa. She crossed the wrong girl. She didn't know I was packing heat. But not too much, it might melt my crayons. I remember drawing this, brain firing on all cylinders, laughing hysterically. (not really) But, I have no idea what made me mad in the first place. Tyrone is the real loser. Figuratively, not literally. I deemed him objectionable enough to be a dire warning of a bleak future. Hey Theresa, if you dis me again, you'll end up married to Tyrone. Ha. Take that! Of course, the last laugh might be on me. Because they obviously were married a long time and died on the same day. How romantic. Unfortunately, 2022 is fast approaching. It must have seemed so far in the future when I was in grade school.
I love my weird creativity in giving the girl ghost boobs. And both cadavers have their arms sticking straight up. There's no relaxing for the damned! Not in my world. And both ghosts need canes. I guess to portray their feebleness. Is that a sun? In the middle of a black crayon night? Good grief. What was I thinking? The moon is my muse now. I love painting it. See below.
The good news is I forgave Theresa for what ever the heck she did. But, will she forgive me if she sees this? I hope so.
I'll be back in December...