Wednesday, July 25, 2012

The Dream-Quest of Unknown Wotan

"I hear something."

"It's the heart."

"Perhaps it has stopped."

Off that vast paved abomination leaped the doomed and desperate waiters, and down through endless voids of sentient blackness they fell. Aeons reeled, universes died and were born again, stars became nebulae and nebulae became stars, and still Dante and Randal fell through those endless voids of sentient blackness.


Demeur said...

So it's back at your desk is it?

And I see you found the lost Fuzzy Wuzzy. But alas hairless he's not.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

T. Rex gets along better with bears than with gorillas, I see.

Tengrain said...

Graves, you swine!

sentient blackness isn't that what Willard is calling out in London these days as he rakes in el grande bucks from the soon-to-be LIBOR indicted?



Randal Graves said...

demeur, that's where the magic happens, but the fizzle only has about a 3' radius.

if, they weren't about to stick around to find out.

tengrain, Libor, like his brother, has to fulfill his destiny.

okjimm said...

//endless voids//
nothing like endless voids. For happpy hour. I'll have a void and tonic, please.

Prunella Vulgaris said...

I really think this needs an Abbath action figure to complete it.

Randal Graves said...

I'm not sure a denizen of grim and frostbitten kingdoms could handle a Clevelandia summer.

Beach Bum said...

universes died and were born again

Sound like my last trip to the department of motor vehicles.

susan said...

I didn't know they'd legalized weed in Cleveland.

S.W. Anderson said...

Randal, you have a remarkable, very creative and whimsical imagination. I'm just glad for everyone's sake, yours included, that you didn't go into accounting or become a brain surgeon.

Randal Graves said...

BB, the last time I was there, the worker was actually vaguely pleasant. Obviously, the DMV received the wrong shipment of robots.

susan, that's wormwood, man. We're gonna make some bathroom sink absinthe.

SWA, creativity means slapping a bunch of ripped-off bits together? So this is what being a Hollywood director feels like. Well, back to the rocket science.