Aidan Badinger

Elephantiasis

This is among my very favorites. I used a Uniball Jetstream pen, as perfect a writing utensil as I’ve ever encountered.

Life and Blog Update: Drawings!

Why do I draw like that? I suppose it started as a compulsion, then quickly morphed into a craft, something I felt proficient at doing. Then I realized that most other people I’ve met cannot do what I’ve done with pens and paper, so I’ve decided to stick with this medium for posterity, to mark my progress through my life. I doubt pens will go out of style. We’ll probably have to adjust to synthetic paper not too far in the future, but I think it’ll work out all right. I’m crossing my fingers, at least.

So keep coming back to check out my drawings! I’m still working on uploading the drawings in my hard drive, but soon I’ll have to grab my sketchbooks (all umpteen of them) and scan to my heart’s content.

Cheers! Happy Tuesday!

-Aidan

NaPoWriMo (13)

The seventy-seven wavelengths
passed me by
on their way to their

equivalent of God:
the unending line segment of every crest and trough
equally infinitely spread across existence.

NaPoWriMo (12)

$: Don’t let wedlock intimidate you, son. You’ve just gotta march down that aisle, say a few things, pop the ring on her finger and you’re good to go!

#: Excuse me, old man. Just who do you think you are, and why are you breathing scotch–cheap scotch at that–in my face like that? You’re lucky I respect my elders.

&: Honey, don’t be so harsh on the man, he obviously just wants to see you have a good time at your own wedding. I mean, look at you, you’re stiff as a board!

#: What are you doing here, babe?! We’re getting married in a half an hour!

&: Well, you know how those sitcoms always do the wedding treatment, right? I figured I’d give that a shot. Where did that old wedding mumbo jumbo come from anyway? Shouldn’t it be our decision to celebrate it any way we want to?

#: Jesus. Fine, yes. While we’re at it, we might as well sneak in a quickie and shit all over this sacred day.

&: Wow, wow… that was really harsh. I’m having second thoughts about marrying you if you’re going to have that attitude about it.

#: … what a great day for a full 180°. Fine, go ahead and walk away. I don’t know where you intend on going.

&: I can sense from the edge in your voice that you’re not kidding. Honey, I’m just kidding! Please relax, baby.

$: That’s what I was trying to tell him, sugar.

NaPoWriMo (11)

Inferior squabbling tracks down
your peeves and pets them
until you’re all bottled up–
rage turns to passion, often
aggressive creation, callous
ignorance in the face of reason (looking
up at you, practically pouting), and
you hate what you’ve become, but
look at what you’ve done! Masterpiece.

NaPoWriMo (10)

We cage ourselves
and our situations. Though
the walls have large gaps,
we pretend not to see
friends’ adjacent troubles–
we constructed these borders for a reason.

Some of us prefer to swallow the key,
though I leave my cage unlocked.

NaPoWriMo (9)

Veins configure, snaking,
coursing under skin, hot
and full of blue blood,
converging on Route 66
headed for the heartland,
where the earth pulses
and breathes red creation,
supervising the bellows,
thumping life forward,
a fixture of any good body.