Sunday, September 30, 2007

Planarial Chip

A cross section of a planarial memory chip. showing tracheal artery, the alimentary esophagi, and the previous generation's OS.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Sarcophagus

Decomposed and reconstituted porphyry sarcophagus of unknown Byzantine patriarch.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Dosk Raymoor

Dosk Raymoor, commander of the Hippolites, amused by the prospect of certain death at the hands of his enemies.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Naysayer

Pantagruel quartered a three-eyed horse who had nothing good to say of anything or anybody.

The nag said nay to the niggling farnsworth,
Judge, preacher, stablecleaner, none were spared.
Such equine wrath no quarter it drew forth,
Shovelbearers hid from the tri-orbit stare.


Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Maori Mask

Disclaimer: So many Google searches make it necessary to reiterate that this is NOT a wooden mask of Tane Mahuta carved by a Maori tribesman. It's just a picture of a clay remix, one inch tall. Nothing authentic here. Keep searching.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Old One Eye

Don't worry, Honey. He smiles like that to all the girls.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Saturday, September 08, 2007

King Ned Ludd

He'd smash the shearing frame, the SUV, Wally World's window and it'd be you who'd be hung for the act of industrial sabotage.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Morlock

Proletariat troglodytes keeping the machinery going to sustain the Eloi to feed the Morlocks to perpetuate the system, forever and ever, amen.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Pretty Boy Floyd

After they gunned down Dillinger, Chock Floyd became Number One on J. Edgar's hit parade.
They mowed him down as he ran across a field. 20,000 attended his funeral.

Monday, September 03, 2007

Calcite Man

with brookite inclusions

.....

The latest batch of faces is going up here over the next week or two. For the life of me, I have no idea where they came from. These things have taken on a life their own. I nudge them along, but carvings grow, plantlife calcifies. Leads me to believe if there's a god, he may be as daft and removed from it all as I am, just going through random motions in order to mold perfect specimens of other worlds.

I doubt I'll have too many words to attach to this bunch. That shouldn't stop you, though.

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Galahad




Sainted son of Lancelot,
square peg at Round Table,
eureker of the Holy Grail.