hrg 25 the pun
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.the pun

while shaRt and incognit0 are preoccupied with important business, while
massive and atom tear themselves apart between 5 groups, while otium waits
for his t-shirt and improves his carma, while some artists fight the QC -
the survivors mock you...

Cannot join channel #hrg. (you were punned)

.liceboy

Hello, hello.

I'm starting to bring back the freehand styles this month.
This portrait is for Sprocket, whom I greatly admire for his
vision and dedication to his art, and for just generally being a great guy.
I'm glad to still be alongside of him in this group.

In case you're interested, the image is just based upon a photo from the HRG
Heritage site, and redrawn by hand in Painter with the oil pastels brush;
no cloning or anything like that was involved.
The colors are more or less my own choosing, as well.

.shere

not much to say about myself this time. I'm a bit tired reuniting everything.
in my private life, in my social life, in my group life, in the life of the
group itself.
as for the pic, it's for those who understand. and in the first place, for
the girl I love. a somehow twisted valentine gift. she likes it, maybe you
will, too. local demo sceners really hate it, though :) fuck them.
greets to YoYo, she's amazing lately. and to you. and... to kati, too.

.spro

hrg.dhtp.kiae.ru/bzzz - employees only :/
18 hours of work a day, no money, no food - only the love, sigarettes and
cofffee project themselves into the drawings...
Fast, emotional and skilless. Then again, there's no need to comprehend.
yeah.. it's hard to disappear all of a sudden. peace out...

infrabed - "Medea and her Children"
son of typo - I'm proud of this font, happy birthday Kirul'ka!
lunapark - a foretelling dream
theater of us - a retired gymnast's hangover.. yoyo, you rule!

greetz: all the painted wolves at Feb 27 night.

.yoyo

this month was complicated for me... depression, maladie and lots of other
sad moments... but the life goes forth, and I guess it's all to the better.
-odin: voluntary prisoner... he doesn't want to climb through the bars...
he doesn't want to come down.
after I've finished it, I read Kobo Aba's "Woman in the Sand", and
understood that it was the very state of mind I've wanted to express...
-skripach: he plays for those who does not sleep... there's so few of
them in this late hour... the only listeners are the cat and a few people
suffering from insomnia.
-donkey: the wheels are never bad for comfort and simplification of life...
suppose something heavy sticks right in the middle of the throat?..
-theater: the best of our joints, in my opinion. I really wish you'd see
there something very familiar... or vice-versa...
greets: spro, shere (thanks for your confidence :), diti, ter, hrgspirit and
all who created it..

eof