An intermezzo from the sheep. When the trees are no more, will our chainsaws dream of electric trees even as we dream of electric sheep in our post-personal assemblages of neuromatter?
The Elfs and Elves defeated, we a-charged the uppity-stair past the glitter-halls of Consumpce and the shimmer-aisles of Green-Eye and the heaved hordes of Goods, towards that lord of the Mothership of Mass Consumption, the Red Man of the Red Star, He Who Births Christmas, the One and Only Repetitive and Timeless One, the Santaman. [...]
With a crash we were upon them! The Big Fat Star breach’d, the elves a-fear-ten’d! Our moment was now!
The hand, a magmatic, igneous extrusion of the Earth Herself, took it upon itself to uplift most suddenly and send us hurtling towards the sky-hooked Mothership of the Big Fat Star. Now I saw how Bloodmonkey could be confident, though the motion of this rocky ocean was causing sentiments of nausea and ground-love to churn [...]
Bloodmonkey moved his hand in complex motion and touched a bead he bore upon his belt. Suddenly the ground beneath the Kurmatum al Hurd shook and lurched and groaned. Aghast I spake, “What’s thou done? This earth quack, is it doing of yours?” To which Bloodmonkey chortled, “Nay, I petted the Earth and this is [...]
“But regard! T’ seasons past, the diesel whales were slow,” I cried. But with dismissive snort Bloodmonkey lectured on the calendrical conundrum and the Crossedmanday celebrated by the Right Believers this very silent night. “Agreed,” I wailed, “But look, the Fat Red Star hangs limpid and malevolent in yon sky, while this rockship, this [...]
On a related note: take a waltz over here and pay attention to Wondermark. It’s fun.
On another related note: more jocular drawings by me et others here, at Radirka (Eraser). Leave a comment suggesting I join the regular team there. (The odd language is Slovenish by the way, related to Russish and Marsish and Pig [...]