Sunday, October 2, 2011


The GlitchGhost

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

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