Their footsteps recede and Queen Elizabeth the first relaxes again in her fussy portrait ruffs. Miners in sepia prints blown up to twenty feet on the...
On the day before the internet the vast stone cogs that drove the analogue world groaned with foreboding. Birds flew backwards in the end of days sky...
May the great Lord of mock chops watch over our last repast. Let the wipe clean plastic cloth be sinless over the formica tartan alter and be blessed...