Saturday, October 15, 2011
He slept on, dreaming within dreams. Glimpses of stars leer down. With daddy gone, the princess no longer waits for her long lost playmate. The planets spin and launch on hypnagogic waves. Another dream washes over him and he slips further down. Buildings tremble as the moon passes in worry. If Nemo doesn't wake up soon, then no one will ever sleep again.
Pen on Paper
a continuation of Sleep Soundly and She Floats Up.
Done in a hurry (1 week!) for Warren Ellis' Whitechapel Forums Remake/Remodel
Sunday, October 2, 2011
He has seen the lair where the Flying Skull slumbers. He knows words before they escape our quills. He knows that we search for the Mayor in vain. He knows of giant engine clusters and our plans to move the Galaxy to a new location. He knows that longing makes slaves of us all.
His crystal parrot squawks angrily: "Nothing is Solid!"
Pen on paper