Adventures in the Land of the Hobos .I was warned of the Ghosties , but the day was so gloriously bright , and the leaves jumped green from their stiff , playful stems that i forgot the threat . Nay , i refused to heed anything of dearth , of darkness , of regret . Instead i documented the flutterbyes , the way of the skeletal monoliths and their sensory appendages , how they swayed with the wind , borne on the westward follies . The happy Hobos played their games , nevermindful of the ever present alien warships and their inefficient death rays . All of this and the root-tube melodies lulled me into a pleasent lethargy ... until the Ghostie spoke -- and pointed to the sky :
...the thing came over the hor
izon , was it a dream ? First I thought it might be a storm , some sort of cloud formation blowing in from the west . But then i realized it was a demon , some tragic mechanical sprung from the endless void and dripping machined fragments from its tubes , the vapor receptacles that dangled clanking from the Gargantua's undercarriage . Flotsam spewed from spring-loaded cannons at its summit and the displaced air was hazy and distorted where waste heat exited the exhaust and pushed the hellish contrivance overhead .
izon , was it a dream ? First I thought it might be a storm , some sort of cloud formation blowing in from the west . But then i realized it was a demon , some tragic mechanical sprung from the endless void and dripping machined fragments from its tubes , the vapor receptacles that dangled clanking from the Gargantua's undercarriage . Flotsam spewed from spring-loaded cannons at its summit and the displaced air was hazy and distorted where waste heat exited the exhaust and pushed the hellish contrivance overhead ..
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TO BE CONTINUED .
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