fuzzy node of the alps.
heading back to consciousness.
drifting off to sleep.

every kingdom has its champions. the land of ever is no different. over the next few weeks I'm going to try to document the ones i can find. sorry for the delay on today's but sometimes when i try something new it takes me a few days to sort it all out.

it's more about flying than falling.
he stood there for hours and contemplated; if his mouth went all the way around his body, how then was he able to open and close it?

she hears the colors of the sky as they fall into her brain.
he was always so smooth with the ladies, because he never forgot to comb his eyebrow.
yeah, it's that big.
even the junkyards in the land of ever are full of magic (and combs).
the astrosnauts had come to call her an angel, because that was the only thing they could think as beautiful.

when they asked him what kind of dragon he would like to be he said only "a clever one."
this is how he had come to greet every monday.
she's obviously break-dancing in front of a forest of pencils... do i have to tell you guys everything?
his hands felt just like two balloons.
her "man in the mirror" could not answer her question of "how did you get in there" for he did not know himself.
he was new at being a mummy. losing his keys became a week long ordeal, and his mind wasn't what it used to be.
she had discovered the peculiar device on the tubes one day. being a spy, she used it to send expedient messages to her network of contacts.

one of the nice things about being an astronaut is not having to drive to work.
that night he sang his heart out for the queen of the things.
she used her supernatural abilities to float things about the observatory, so he would know she was always there.
Two things tomorrow because sleep is claiming me its victim. a two thing day, will be pretty neat.
his brains were put together like neapolitan ice cream.
she is the bips, the source of soothing sounds.

the thing most might not realize about being a big hairy monster is that you could often scare yourself. he lived in the dark to minimize the times he could sneak up on himself, and listened for the sound of the bips, which soothed him.

on certain wednesdays she was found teaching the young things about the things that make things, things. it was more valuable than she ever knew.
what was this energy he felt so forcefully where the ocean met the sky? it was a mystery, but it existed none the less.
she loved to climb to this particularly straight section of the tube, and look out on the world. because there the world wasn't as big as it actually was, plus, the pinwheels spun faster. (to be continued...)
he had been obsessed with his own death his whole life, yet when the day of his funeral came, he thought it best to just not to show up.
sometimes she felt like she floated along aimlessly, but she never realized she was the only thing that could make the snurds grow just by passing by, and the snurds made lumos smile more than anything as he looked down from the sky.
zom and bees go running through the breeze, throwing little cookies at the coconut trees.

he patrols the tube, day after day, making sure to clear any obstructions that might block the messages. (to be continued...)
the queen of the things, they all sing her praise. through all of the nights and all of the days.
screaming through the tube in hopes that something makes it through, but where does it end up? (to be continued...)
he would often get lost at sea, in his own backyard.
gathering research for her new graveyard blog "the plot thickens"
if the train should jump the track, do you want your money back?
she's only happy when it rains.
comics on pg. 2