Time Marches On

Faster. Leaner. Meaner. Time is a machine. A Steampunk invention from the golden age of engineering modernised with unwearable bearings, USB 3, and purified water. Steam pressure is normal the dials indicate no need for concern despite the wind whistling and rushing past the windows at haste. There is no need for a tender asContinue reading “Time Marches On”


Single Man Blues

No matter which way I do the calculations they end up the same. So I am stuck. My tentacle chopped. But this is what it is like being single. That’s a nice image or a good one maybe not a nice one and it doesn’t really help much. Even if I could go to theContinue reading “Single Man Blues”