STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind
For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery"
Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
The mountain smokes from the fires within. Stoked by a billion laboring spirits. Each a bright spark, an elemental of heat, or fire, or the more esoteric elementals of spin. They labor without rest for their King will have no lollygagging. He hopes someday to smealt the whole of the earth. What shiny bauble will come from that forge that day no one knows.