Note: BOB and his band of bouncing neer'do'wells have been ousted. We return to our regular posts. We first met BOB at the Asylum, a rare conjunction of the magical and the mundane. A place where the brews were always true and the dice were hot even if the women were neither that night. The Asylum was destroyed by the Sandwich and IT, but that's another story.
This was something you needed to know.
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!
No comments:
Post a Comment