Random synapse-firings about and from the author of Howard the Duck, Omega the Unknown, Thundarr the Barbarian, and untold suffering for friends and family alike.
I am trying hard not to look into the pit, but the edge keeps creeping closer, and — oh! I see! It’s the fucking Grand Canyon — and look! — the Colorado River runs thick and black with slowly clotting blood, all the way to the Temple of Vishnu.
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September 27th, 2005 at 6:58 AM
Don’t think of it as a pit. Think of it, as a wise man once called it, as the worlds biggest, most convoluted rut.
September 27th, 2005 at 10:45 PM
Vishnu means change?
Vivid and scary writing.
I hope you’re alright.
May 11th, 2007 at 7:49 PM
Grand Canyon…
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