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From Creative Sharka: Adam Lambert Fan Art! New chibi @adamlambert with #Pharaoh

Filed Under () by Adam Lambert on Saturday, March 23, 2019

Posted at : Saturday, March 23, 2019

Posted by @Admin Fan for ADAM LAMBERT 24/7 NEWS


Dee R Gee said...

Sharka sure does a great job with the hair!

Lynn said...

Yes she does.

Lam-My said...

@pharaohlambert 5h via javi

Helloo Pharaohboy! Relaxing, wah your golden fur gleams in the sunshine. Those antenna ears of yours forefront; very nice picture, but a bit cluttered with other objects; your favourite corner under the hanging orange light by the pool.

Ni hao Lam-My! Spending some quiet time with Daddy and Uncle Javi.

Lam-My said...

Cute picture Sharka; I see you like pink; yesterday, pink rose, today pink hearts.

I like this one, overloaded with pink roses for International Women's Day 8 March 2019 / my birthday.

Pink Roses gone berserk!
Women strive and bring change
In subtle ways and big ways
In particular, giving birth to 7 billion lives
God's advice...go ye forth and multiply
No mean feat! We've come a long way...
I've done that twice..
In my country men, women
By and large are treated equally
In my case, for instance, I've never felt
Subjugated or pushed around by my male counterparts
I tell them off as I would anybody and they are okay with it
I actually get along better with men than with women
But women are less free to do as they please
Cuz it's very much a men's decree
Happy International Women's Day! 💇🏻🙎🏻‍♂️
Aha, it happens to be my Birthday! 🎈

(March 8, 2019 at 3:32 pm)

你好 ni hao Pharaohboy...why are you looking at your Daddy, with pink hearts?

Pink means my heart is not a ghost town, always filled with somebody; I'm beginning to like Uncle Javi; he feeds me and takes me to Runyon Canyon with Daddy.

Lam-My said...

Actually, I don't tell people off (above); I tell them exactly so there's no grudge.

Lam-My said...

Final episode...Grandma June

Knock! Knock! It’s me Red Hair...

Grandma June was in the kitchen boiling those aphrodisiac herbs to make her special soup. She turned off the fire and walked briskly to open the door. She loved Red Hair like her own grandson; the little inquisitive boy visited her several times a week when his Dad went to town to sell his farm-produce and dropped him off at Grandma’s cottage.

Helloo Red Hair! and she gave him a long warm hug.

Hi Grandma June, have Zook and the clones returned for more soup recipes?

No, Red Hair, they seem so satisfied with what they got because it seems the aphrodisiac soup induced more alien babies to be born.

Red Hair, how did they make so many clones er identical copies of you?

Grandma, actually I wasn’t even aware I was being copied. When I awoke, I found myself lying alone in a glass encasement, soundless; a bright light was shining on me. Grandma, the bright light is like the one Dad was beamed at by that strange creature that flew up the trees in the woods.

So you have no idea how they made so many clones of you?

I remember a doctor with a mask, pricked my finger and syringed a few drops of my blood onto a little round dish and then I dozed off. The next morning, I felt less blurry and I got up to look around. Wahh! I saw so many Red Hair boys each one standing in a separate glass-case with a beam of red light shining on each of them. They look exactly like me with red hair, a bit robotic. When they saw me, they stepped out of their individual glass-case and took me to a beautiful pyramid via a tunnel portal.
Then, each one jumped off the pyramid and whoa! they just floated into space! I was scared to jump off the pyramid. Zook encouraged me...I closed my eyes and jumped! Walah! I was floating! I daren’t open my eyes and when I finally took a peek, Oh! it was pitch-darkness except for the beams of light oozing out of my alien pals. They were frolicking, zig-zagging like huge fire-flies. Seeing them so happy, I forgot all about my fear and joined in tumbling and somersaulting in pitch-black space; never felt so light and free in all my life. I pretended to fly like Superman with outstretched arms zooooom wheeeee!
Zook is very smart, he can somersault, twist, shapeshift and soar with a tinted trail of light.
Grandma June, why don’t you come join us...

Nooooo, Red Hair, what if I get blown away into deep outer space! Ummmm...

Knock! Knock! Now who can that be.

Red Hair opened the door.

Hellooo Zook! Wow, we were just talking about you.

Zook was looking sad and started to cry.

What’s the matter Zook?

Red Hair, we need your help...Weirdoo is dying.

You mean my best clone pal Weirdoo...why? He is a little strange-looking and that’s why they nicknamed him Weirdoo. Don’t cry Zook, how can I help?

Weirdoo needs a blood transfusion and only you have his blood type.

Okay, I can donate some blood if it helps to keep him alive.

Within seconds...Zook and Red Hair teleported through a time portal and arrived in a glass encasement room where Weirdoo was gasping his last breaths. His body was heaving up and down in a state of convulsion.
The alien doctor who had syringed Red Hair’s blood on the a previous occasion, frantically carried out the same procedure, and immediately injected Red Hair's blood into Weidoo's artery, simultaneously administering an electric current to Weidoo's heart.
Lo and behold, Weirdoo stopped gasping but still in comatose.


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Lam-My said...

Red Hair knelt and prayed for Weirdoo to wake up. There was no sign of recovery. After half an hour, the doctor shook his head and covered Weirdoo with a purple cloth.
Red Hair was desperate, his clone-pal just died in front of him. The doctor and Zook left the glass encasement room. Red Hair refused to believe Weirdoo was dead. He lifted up the purple cloth and spoke into his little holes, ears.
He started singing Weirdoo’s favourite song:

'Died last night in my dreams
Walking the streets
Of some old ghost town

Saw all of the saints
Lock up the gates
I could not enter
Walked into the flames
Called out your name
But there was no answer
And now I know my heart is a ghost town
My heart is a ghost town
My heart is a ghost town…'

Still no reaction from his little brother clone...Red Hair soon dozed off by the bedside. A hand touched him...

Who is that? It's me Weidoo.

Thank God, you've come back to life again!

No, Red Hair big brother, I've gone onto a different realm, just want to bid a final farewell.

Red Hair woke with a startle, took a closer look at Weirdoo; still motionless. Red Hair got up to leave...turned to give a last look, tears in his eyes.
Hold on a second, Weidoo twitched his eyelid!

Weidoo! Weidoo! Wake up! It's me Red Hair...

Weidoo kept twitching his eyelids, struggling to open his eyes. Slowly his eyes opened, looked around perplexed; he managed to return from that far-off galaxy realm.

Hi Red Hair...

That was the best Hi! Red Hair had ever heard. He wiped away his tears and gave his little brother a warm welcome-back hug. Red Hair then sat him up and gave him a cup of Grandma June's herbal aphrodisiac concoction placed on the side table; it was their last attempt to save Weidoo with it. Weidoo sipped it slowly and a pink glow returned to his little alien face. 🤢👨🏻‍🚒💫

Lam-My (original 2016 - updated)

Sunflower said...

Adam looks so good here and Pharaoh always the cutie!

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Lam-My said...

Good morning CNN Fan!
I heard a while ago...*taking the bull by the horns, used twice, by a high-level judge and a political analyst on Don Lemon show; well, well a frequent phrase I use to describe Adam *grappling the bull by the horns to fight his way to the top of that great big hill. There is another person who comes to mind, grappling the bull by the horns, Joseph Schooling who defeated the all-time 'bull', Michael Phelps. 🕺🏻🐮🏊🏻
With due respect to all inspiring people who grapple the bull by the horns and rise above it so others can follow in their foot-steps.

Lam-My said...

Hop step jump...Fox News

I just heard Gregg Jarrett say *cesspool of corruption...

Now here is my quirky ditty on *cesspool...a favourite word of mine:

'Come, pull my chain...pull my chain...pull my chain like a whooping crane...hop step jump...whooops! down down down the *cesspool drain...

That's a cute song Bro!'

(June 23, 2018 at 7:24 pm)

Nanbert said...

PHEW!.......Yes, please, DO pull that chain!

LAMBERT Outlaw said...

Nanbert .. I have a whole new outlook on the "cesspool" .. there are too many irons in the fire .. coming & going .. pro and con on almost everything .. my head is spinning .. so I'm just going to leave it to the "Universe" to straighten out this mess & well ... what more can I do .. nothing so "che sera sera" .. it's out of my hands!! All the wailing & gnashing of the few teeth I have left won't help at all!!

tess4ADAM(LAMBERT Outlaw)

Rosemary White said...

Pharaoh gazing up adoringly at his master .... so cute!! :-))

Nanbert said...

Lambert are wise "beyond your years", LOL! But don't give up the good fight just yet. There are still many rights to be fought for, and wrongs to be fought against....especially these days. At least we have to "give voice"....because WE remember KINDER times!

That's why WE need to be REMINDERS!

I thought by the time I reached this age that I'd be much wiser, and that human beings would be more evolved. But, sadly, it hasn't worked out that way. Now, not only can stupidity, cupidity, perfidy, immodesty and hyperbole be found right next door, but it even invades our presence now from distant shores as well.

HURRAY for the Internet!....NOT!