goblin rider

Theoden

"Dark have been my dreams of late."

Oh Mother..

..tell me more.

Vestige No. 6

The last vestige in the reliquary is that of the departing guest. It must have been Uncle Cosgrove's favorite, since he used to show it to us every time we came to visit him.

Vestige No. 5

A Saint Peter 'Chrysalis' tries to concentrate on the Good Book but is distracted by his text messages. It's a relatively recent vintage of a vestige. Whether or not it was designed as such, Uncle Cosgrove used it to scrape out his ears.

Vestige No. 4

One more of Uncle Cosgrove's Unhappy Meal prizes, an even elderlier Maggie. Or is it Monty Burns?

Vestige No. 3

Another inherited relic is this elderly Lisa Simpson toy, with goatsee. No doubt this was one of the hundreds of Unhappy Meal prizes Uncle Cosgrove collected at his local McDowners.

Vestige No. 2

Another one of Uncle Cosgrove's reliquarial vestiges.

There were few conspiracy theories my great uncle wasn't sold on, his favorite being the Jesus-switched-at-birth plot. My guess is this manger scene was sent to him by the JC Birther Society in thanks for his generous contribution.

Vestige No. 1

Last week I inherited a gilded reliquary from my great uncle Cosgrove that contained a number of shadowy vestiges. I shall share the contents with you in the coming days.

I assume this first one is a saint. Cosgrove had a thing for pudgy saints.

upwardinward

unique perspective

Richie Rich

Dennis the Menace

nebulimbo?

somno-hover?

Why is there no word for the nebulous state between wakefulness and sleep? After all, we have the words twilight and dusk to describe the light between day and night. Doesn't seem right.

Are there words in other languages for such a state of mind? For surely the land between conscious and subconscious exists; we've all been there.

casualty

jazzman

Of the breebaw variety, not the rooty toot.

KonstruktoBot 8000

Own one today.
Tomorrow at the latest.

21111

Gunther Kweebit

the only person to ever draw two royal fizzbins

Henry Chinaski

"Hey, BUDDY!"

I stopped and turned.
"You want a job?"

I walked back to where he stood. Over his shoulder I could see a large dark room. There was a long table with men and women standing on both sides of it. They had hammers with which they pounded objects in front of them. In the gloom the objects appeared to be clams. They smelled like clams. I turned and continued walking down the street.

from Factotum, by Charles Bukowski

soprano

baritone

alto

tenor

Kenshō

Become empty in order to be filled.

pikey sizing up

"For every action, there is a reaction.
And a Pikey reaction.. is quite a fucking thing."

- Turkish (Snatch)

eclipse mask

Worn to scare off Bakunawa,
the moon-swallowing serpent.

discombobulation

korrigan

She will be found near water.
She will offer you a drink.
Whatever you do,
don't accept it.