Museum Man

I can't sleep. The operation is tomorrow and they want me well rested but what difference will it make, they take my body and split it up, giving out my organs to the highest bidder or the cutest kid on a crowdfunding site. What does it matter to me if my body is fatigued, I … Continue reading Museum Man


The Gods must be naff

It was from the dust - the thundered dust! - that Mickey plucked us onto his easel  - with spotless Hands! - to paint us anew. Glory, Glory, Glory to the Great Merciful Mickey and death to the traitor Zachariah and his followers. Death to Zachariah though we arrived here by his cursed Hand, by his vessel who … Continue reading The Gods must be naff