Go back , confusion is common place and unavoidable, also !
Help is available and only costs one dollar .
Read on !
In one second we will accumulate dust …
My collection is complete !
Welcome to :
Land of Hobo and the mote of a speck (ulation) .
Stop > take 2 steps back and face dark corners then sneeze : Gesundheit !
The receptor antennae sniffed enthusiastic air > it took the joy from my free verse and transposed it into the string of infinity Spackle which began to unweave , thus discombobulating the mechanics along the line .
Iron chunks the size of dump trucks fell from the sky , no longer buoyed by the infinite improbability of the machine factory . The floating behemoth no longer concerned itself with assembly of turrets and mixing of gun powder , but in construction of humming rotors that reverberated like hovering birds and switches that operated as if a concerto of colorful fall leaves , whistling and fluttering from branches , inspired their efforts.
The receptor antennae sniffed enthusiastic air > it took the joy from my free verse and transposed it into the string of infinity Spackle which began to unweave , thus discombobulating the mechanics along the line .
Iron chunks the size of dump trucks fell from the sky , no longer buoyed by the infinite improbability of the machine factory . The floating behemoth no longer concerned itself with assembly of turrets and mixing of gun powder , but in construction of humming rotors that reverberated like hovering birds and switches that operated as if a concerto of colorful fall leaves , whistling and fluttering from branches , inspired their efforts.
Watch as Machine Philanthropies merge with rampant Hobo Consumerism !
Remnants of Asimovian ideals culled from ancient radio waves collated on my newly charged parser and the current sparked my do-unto-others capacitor . My civic response system overloaded as kum ba yah swelled into Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture and erupted my binary spleen . My initial plan was to open a vehicle parts shop , where i could hawk replacement springs and seat covers that glowered with red-eyed skulls : A vision of organics sewn into multitasking robotics materialized in my memory tubes complete with tuber-relocaters , ergonomic correctors , and really big wrench manipulators . There was more , but common sense derailed the details .
Vertigo above Hobo -- A vertiginous and calamitous Boom !
Nausea snuck up from behind as the infinity strings buckled , breaking open the inertia dampers , and topsy-turvies compelled Newton’s law to retreat for a moment before the floating Hell Machines and all their supporting infrastructures flailed around the globe and merged with earth . The concurrent convergence triggered a mighty upheaval , distending the heavy worm trawlers and nutrient-sucking factories , producing the ‘pop’ heard ‘round the world ....... Pop ......... Big Pop .
: Hydraulically-challenged Pencil Pusher .
Evil Lurks in every Light Emitting Diode in the Land of Hobo !
If this is your vehicle , please return to dealership for repair ASAP ... do not push the big red button .
: Hydraulically-challenged Pencil Pusher .
...........................................................................................Easy-Rider
Quick Thinking in Hobo is a trait of lightening fast synapses !
Without even knowingly thinking it , i leaped into the Pickler’s heavy equipment and cut a couple things out from here to move over there and what i couldn’t realistically paste i redrew with the hydraulic pencil arm , but even faster was the pencil-footed machine drafter which could plot out an infinity strand to the nth degreeXpi. The plan was good , but in one possible future was the remote likelihood of an earth-shattering recall involving a hammer-mobile in which one highly significant part would be incorrectly positioned , thus rendering two-thirds of the planet’s inhabitants brain pooped . i needed to manually erase that strand as my pencil arm wouldn’t rotate correctly . My strap-on eraser soles made the correction easy , and fun !
Evil Lurks in every Light Emitting Diode in the Land of Hobo !
All was seemingly good and well off , and i nearly crowned myself SupremeRobotRuler , when suddenly from knowwhere , because i had earlier guessed correctly where evil would strike from , struck evil …
Gasp!
If this is your vehicle , please return to dealership for repair ASAP ... do not push the big red button .
3 comments:
Have you ever heard of Professor Irwin Corey?
Reading this reminds me of him, not sure why.
Hobos may be on the rise these days, and not some remnant from the past.
Wonder what signs their leaving in towns to show the best places to sleep and get food?
Cheers!
You know, I think the same sequence of events unfolded when Atlantis sunk to the bottom of the sea.
Not really.
Love the subterraneanousness of the creatures in this batch, oh and the helicoptor in the first drawing.
hmmm, i have never heard of the professor; he must be one messed up dude. Also there are no trains running through my neck of the woods, so i have seen no sign(s) of hobos...perhaps New Hsven would be a better place to look.
Reya, i like how you zoom in on the details. Did you know everything i write is an accurate depiction of a real future?
Just kidding.
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