Universe in My Head
The Universe in My Head delivers packages to retrograde amnesia in Metal Hurlant. In previous incarnations, lollygagging was defined as gagging on a lolly. Cryptic algorithms incurred bonuses by mounting objective lenses onto summary repositories. The endgame, of course, was interdimensional travel.
Despite the fact that everybody dies, a rolling stone gathers no floss. No floss indeed. Indeed, Frank Zappa wrote extensively on the subject. He is a crown gem on the hoard of monotoxic philostophy.
When boy scouts agree with ethnic cleansing, clearly there is a problem. Clearly, as the crow flies, so Wichita Falls falls. As does Bedford Falls. Binky rumrunners went back and forth about it, endlessly casting aspersions and such. The enormous fanged hams were ornery as usual.
This morning, riding herd on the hams with an oversized ATV, we spotted a herd of equally enormous fanged turtles. They were playing lacrosse in the pond. Suffice it to say, we were surprised.
Fanged turtles of any kind were only found singular and in captivity on this continent. These would fetch a princely sum on Wall Street. Ricardo Montalban would be pleased.