disorented occidental

The disoriented occidental

Nine to five suburbanite clockwork torn day by day after day commuting not communing following the american gleam an example for us all!

But deep within he sees himself sitting lone on mountainside year by year after year defining and defying and denying all about.

And now he waits with scant patience for one to recognize his amazing presence
and query him in subdued and solemn tones: "Oh master, what is the true meaning of life?"

So he can rise with grave grace and grandeur pausing posing in the eye of the swarm
and then for all there near to hear he'll shout:

GUINNESS STOUT!

OK, just playing with my new Pentel pocket brush pen and playing with words as well. :-)

Brushed ink on 12 by 12 inch card stock.