Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Night of the Scout


Night of the Scout

The Scout slipped through halls on silent feet shod with teeth. He lurked in shadows and heard the whispers of fear. Space Catz stowed him away on their Pounceships as they slunk behind enemy lines. His skull necklace murmured subtle secrets from the pasts of robots and goats. He is immune to her integers and merely watches as she drinks. The Scout knew that years of progress were falling away before the old superstitions.


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Sunday, May 22, 2016

Incan Time Traveller


Incan Time Traveller
This dream takes longer to download because it has to be translated from Quechua.
He told me the Mayor could use some good news. "The Golden Fortress is holding and the Owls still hunt with the Mother Moon."
I told him the Mayor was dead. He seemed unphased.
"It doesn't affect the plan. When you see the Mayor again, tell him 'The First of the World are with him until the end.'"
The Son of the Sun turned and walked back into the Flux. When I awoke, I just stared at the feed screens, unable to understand even simple English for several days.

Pen and ink on paper
8.5x11