309: Good Things in Small Packages
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This is annoying. is going a lot slower lately than I'd liked as I'm facing some technical difficulties which is preventing me from posting updates in my usual rhythm. With this, if anyone who has been subscribed for the Month of April, you should still be able to receive this update as my slow-rolling moratorium of membership expiration is still active. It is still ongoing as I try to catch up but good news, I've got another epic story vignette for you, my dear Patrons, with a continuation of the stories from Carte du Jour 265: Pawn Stars and 280: Tailleur Cuts a preview of an upcoming UNHOLY SEE themed recipe (seeing that we have a new pope recently and I'd love to strike while the iron is still fairly... well... not hot, but warm-ish). Well, I hope to still aim at some rapid-fire updates closer to the end of the month so I thank you for your patience, loyal Patrons. I treasure you all!
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I. ANOTHER CONVERSATION UNDER THE OVERPASS
Hey, cool cat, here for more?
Back at you, Grandmaster.
I hope you got another C-note ready for a brother because I know you're fixin' to tell me... another pawn star bit the dust?
I've got your C's. That lead you gave me... chills, man. See here... her latest Instagram post. "Two lives?" "Almost not even me?" Cryptic. Real cryptic. And she even straight up used the C-word.
Cloned.
Cloned. You called it. Hollyweird strikes again.
My white hat never fails to tell the tale as old as time. Hollywood Babylon, brother. And its players are offered up to the Gods as meat. He knows who's in the bubble, who's chopped up and chewed up, and who's turned and are playing for the big bad boys. And it's sad, my brother, that it's usually the good innocent church girls that gets their hams slapped and buttered up for the buffet.
She's a small one, though, not quite a grand buffet I think. I'd thought they'd go for... you know...
The bigger fillies? Because there's more meat on their bones? They don't care. Prey is prey, whether she packs more pounds than a fattened up sow or if they're as slender as venison. Meat's meat, and they've gotta eat. And sometimes good things come in small packages as long as they have good talent and a story. They don't care how much food they get when they're getting their hard-on with a famous face staring back at them violating her body in the wickedest of ways.
Image 1: (1 complete colored artwork)
There's one thing I don't get and I hope you can fill me in on this myster-
Ah ah ah... As long as you're ready to slap another big fat C on my hand once it's done holding this cigarette, sure, brother, I'll lay the scoop and the good news.
Yeah yeah, don't worry. I've got you covered.
Right on, I'll hold you to it. Ask away.
I sometimes wonder... who gets done? The original? Or the clone?
It varies like the location of the Movable Feasts. For this one... if I had to wager... it's the original that got disappeared. You can tell sometimes. See who changes. Sometimes it's not a clone, but a paid lookalike. Plastic surgery is a clue. Why would someone already pretty fuck up their already pretty face with a nose-job, face-lift, buccal fat removal, Botox, or whatever trendy shit they're on this time? No reason, unless it's to cover an imperfect lookalike or a botched clone job and they're just covering the mistakes. Memory loss? That's a big fat clue that tells me they'd got the original. A slightly misplaced tattoo is another giveaway though you can't tell with this one. So, sadly... I think the original bitch got "got" that's my twenty-dollar bet. And now the new her looks like she'd got a new career and a glow up if you catch my drift. And... alright I give up. I cheated in my Deduction and Reasoning 101 exam. My white hat contact's told me rumors of what they did to her.
Seriously?
Hey, don't make me swear on the Bible but what he said tracks with the post you showed me. Just rumors, or stories told and changed over the grapevine like a telephone game. I'm not going to lay into the details, only that they really did have a grand old time with her.
Sounds like he's in deep if he knows.
He's got methods, but you ain't getting anything from me. Why don't you ask him yourself? That's my good news for you... if you could do me a favor and notice that now... my hand's free from the burden of my stick of nicotine...
Ah yes... here.
Good good... Yes. Like I said, I told him about you... and he said he'd like to meet.
Damn man. This is huge.
But... hey hey... like I know you and all, but I gotta make sure and ask again, this is important... you're not a Fed or LAPD? I don't care seeing that I'm just a bum under an overpass... but with him... it's important.
No man. I'm clean. Just a curious nobody with a struggling Youtube channel.
That stuff's gonna get you killed my man, new president or not. These days, the black hats are laying low. Or so you think? Who's good? Who's bad? Who knows? I may not be looking behind my shoulder as much as I used especially during the scary days... but this is usually when they're the most dangerous... when you least expect it. You can't get too bold especially cool and curious cats like you.
Don't you think people need to know?
Yeah. The people. Give me a break. Fuck I need another cigarette... Think about it. Find the truth. Lay it out for the world to see. A truth so horrible. Will they believe their lying eyes? Or fall into that sweet soporific embrace of Ozempic commercials, Real Housewives and college football? There's a reason why shit like this stays hidden for thousands of years, my brother. A girl gets murdered. It's out in the news. Amber alert. Murdered pretty hot white chick on TV. Happens everyday. Family's out for justice and blood with no quarter for the criminal. Finds the killer. Life in prison for the perp for hell hath no fury like a father torn. Justice served, throw away the key and everything's peachy in the world again. But a girl gets raped... cut apart... body parts taken as a trophy... other parts cooked... eaten... the killers relishing every dark detail how each part tasted like, cooked in whatever sick recipes, thought of as a delicacy like Maine Lobster or Wagyu beef, defiled in every way like human cattle and debased so completely that every waking family member would rather forget to prosecute than to face the reality of what has been done to their loved ones in 4K detail? Hell boy... you'd run so fast to that remote control to flip that channel to some Scooby-Doo shit and wished you'd never gazed into the eyes of the Dark God Cthulhu in the first place... that you hope the cartoon pooch and his buddies in the mystery machine will scratch away the horrors that would otherwise be etched those forever into that wet fragile brain of yours. It can't be, right? It just can't be. It's just too horrible. I've seen it happen. We'd rather forget and move on than to stay for the fight and go mad. Hell, fuck, even Scooby-Doo ain't good enough 'coz you got to thinking, oh fuck, they're investigators chasing ghosts and mysteries and that will still hit too close to home and try Tom and Jerry instead and even then that's not enough. Again and again. You try to erase that memory. Nothing is ever enough, like clawing yourself out of quicksand. It swallows you in the end.
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I know. But that's the thing sometimes. I've just got to know. I don't care if people believe me or not but sometimes there's an itch I need to scratch and sometimes it's all about putting it out there and letting the people decide if they want to know or not. That's how I've been built and I don't know any other way to live.
Did you ever ask yourself if by doing that, you're doing their bidding? Maybe that's what they want... like a serial killer leaving their calling card. It feeds their ego knowing that people know and can't do a thing about it. Things were going great for Crete before Theseus came and fucked shit up. A few virgins sacrificed to the Minotaur for the peace of the land with none the wiser, until the truth revealed destroyed the King and the city in the eye of their people. It's your life, man. Alright. Don't say you haven't been warned. I'll say this first so my conscience is clean. My white hat, I trust him... but only when it comes to me and him. He's never let me down 'coz we go way back. But you and him, you don't go way back, so I don't trust him with you... get my feel? Not a zero percent chance of something going the fuck sideways... but maybe a ten percent chance of showers... get my feel?
I know the risks.
Alright. Alright. Again. Damn... I'm gonna miss your C-notes so my white hat better pull through. Fuck. I need another cigarette and it looks like I'm out. Could you spare a brother?
I don't smoke, but I could run into a 7-11...
Nah don't bother. I'm outta here anyway. Time to move. Don't stay in the same place for too long. Maybe you'll see me when you see me. Maybe not. Montana's starting to sound like a nice place to be.
You gonna be okay?
Yeah. I'm aight. You just take care of yourself, brother. White hat's gonna take it from here. He'll know how to find you.
-- the end? --
II. ADDITIONAL WORKS IN PROGRESS
The following are 4 stages of the artwork previously posted above regarding the violation of the sacrificial victim, isolated without the head.
Image 3-6: (4 works in progress of a similar scene)
III. ADDITIONAL HALL OF FAME ARTWORKS
The following are a pair of works in progress of trophies and the slender harvest which may be related to today's vignette.
Image 7-8: (2 works in progress of 2 different scenes)
IV. CLAUSI CUM CLAVE aka LOCKED WITH A KEY
Here is a preview of a forequarter & ribs centric "recipe", using a cut of meat called the CAPELET CUT. This will be tied to the UNHOLY SEE project, a feast for the Black Conclave.
Image 9-17: (9 works in progress of various scenes)
IV. W.I.T.C.H. (BONUS)
Here's another anime-themed old piece of work I'm decluttering from my unfinished works list, one that begun as an old commissioned project I'd worked on years ago. This should be the final unfinished piece for the foreseeable future for this project while I turn my focus on other ongoing projects such as DOOMED RAIDER amongst others.
Image 18: (1 completed colored artwork)