Architects and Scientists Breathlessly Awaited

The first words from the world's first sentient building, Harrod's Living Structure.

Many Thanks to Tack-O-Rama

Doot Doot Doo

...lookin' out my back door!


Many Thanks to Bleeding Brains

In Case You Haven't Noticed

I'm in charge here.


Via A 1000 Broken Dreams

Tonight On ABC

Real Housewives of Graveyard Junction.


Via It Is Not Safe Here

Hotties Of My Mother's Time

Evelyn Tachinni, the Hod Rod Queen, the rather matronly babe of the 50s. My mother was still in her twenties in the 50s, and she had a number of gal friends who were either in their twenties or thirties. As a very young kid, I had absolutely no interest in her friends, but on looking back, I retain a sense
that these were attractive young women.


And I find myself sometimes wishing that I could go back and encounter them as an adult, with the full knowledge and wisdom that I enjoy now in my early 60s. I think it would be a lot of fun.


Nicked From Hoodoo That Voodoo

My Lady Wishes

Pallmonga waited patiently for Lady Terlingua to decide her next move. She was smitten with the dashing Lord Pharangella, but she was not sure if it was time for her to expose her bosom to her prospective lover. Her faithful servant, attendant and sexless, knew that she would make up her
mind soon, and then he would have to approach the nobleman with a potpourri d'amour signalling that his lady wished to appear waist-up nude to him at midnight in an appointed location.


Pallmonga had done this service many times. And this one would not fail to thrill him as did all the others.


Many Thanks to Moth Milk

Yes, Your Reputation Is Well Known To Us

You are Regurgitas, the world's most prolific vomitor. In my lands, vomit is considered to be more precious than gold. If you wish to live, you will fill this receptacle to the brim. Surely you must be feeling nauseous at the sight of these instruments of your imminent death. Please proceed and afterward we will reward you with a great feast.


Many Thanks to Monster Man

You May Be Just What I'm Looking For

Gallaplacidia focused her penetrating gaze on the gentleman. She had been looking for a suitable corpse to present to her master, The Leperous Centurion, for fermentation and incorporation in a skin poultice. The object of her devotion never let his disease interfere with his evil-doing, so the abduction and subsequent murder of Mr. A.A. Pellbrungus would serve several objectives. The demoness would continue to accrue respect from her benefactor.


Another Great Steal From Sloth Unleashed

Nightmare Model D-03

This one is popular with tweens.


From The Bounty That Is An Exquisite Paradox

Hello, Dimension Lords?

"Please, let me outta here."


The Dimension Lords (Les Seigneurs des Dimensions) had trapped Neil Diamond in 1982 for his atrocious song hit, "Heartlight". They were determined to keep him there til 2009, at least in most parallel universes.


"Mr. Diamond, how did you get this number?"


Much Obliged to Trash

Habibi, He Is Arrived!

A Lebanese boy announces an appearance of the Prolapsed Uterus Fairy. It will mean extra pounds for the family because his grandmother has placed the organ under her pillow.


Much Obliged to No, You Shut Up

Liebling

Kurt felt a profound frustration. He could see the lovely back of Elke, but could not see her face to speak into her eyes. Earlier, he had seen the anterior of her for a brief instance, and he could remember her delicate breasts complete with rosesbud nipples. 


Why had he been made so old? Elke would never fall in love with him.


Then, he had a horrible realization. Marionettes were only made with features that would be on display to the audience. No effort was wasted on features that would not be seen.


"Mein Gott!", he exclaimed to himself. "Not only have they made my Elke a chorus girl. They have made her a showgirl as well!"


A tear rolled down his varnished cheek.


Courtesy of  Sloth Unleashed

Just Like Certain Earthly Birds

The Dfilii of the Crab Nebula, sector 73221, started out as reptilian sentients and after millions of years evolved bodies that could live in space. No atmosphere was required, however, they did need to have regular nourishment from Shepherd Entities, who produces a hybrid matter-energy stew that they vomited for the Dfilii regulars to partake of. Here we see feeding time for one the their tribes.


Image Courtesy of My Dear Wife

She Made A Mistake

Sri-Sri, a Mephistopholean Sylph, had happened upon what she thought were Beefsteak mushrooms, and had started to gobble up a couple. The minute that first bite hit her gullet, she knew she had made a mistake. These fungi were in fact the dreaded Phukmeyacck 'shrooms, which invariably made their consumer extend her tongue, seize it, and squeeze. The pain would have been excruciating if it weren't for the beautiful hallucinations they caused simultaneously.


Thanks to My Dear Wife

The Partakers

The Pancroital Warlocks of Regurgistan partake in a bio-transcendence ceremony, where the selected celebrant meditates until making contact with a Universal Spirit-Portal. Once accomplished, as seen here, the vibra-heart of the celebrant sends spectral waves through the others in the circle, causing incredible sensual pleasure and a sense of infinite power. Although only temporary, it manifests long enough to allow the beneficiaries to invoke unusually powerful spells.


Courtesy of Random Index

It's Worse Than I Had Anticipated

This place is totally degenerated. It will have to be destroyed. No, do not inform any of the inhabitants; they are part of the corruption. We will remove ourselves from the area, and send down a Purification Bomb.


From The Cornucopia of Trash

Prelude To The Afternoon Of A Spawn

The meaning of this painting is obvious:


A spawnling, under the influence of the Skeleton of Urban Turpitude, watches a Krepp imp pursuing a Cuspid Mole. She waits patiently, brandishing a Cabin Worm, for the mole to make its appearance, so that she can steal it from the imp. The Skeleton has impaled one of her clabber-ears and has accessed her menta-gland, and so is in temporary control of the spawnling's will. Although aware (and disturbed) by the situation, she is focused on her plan to take the hard won rodent from the determined little fellow at the moment of his triumph.


Grates to She Walks Softly

Strange Meal In A Strange Land

Gorelinda had managed to get an invitation to dinner from Lord Krivendra, the only way one could visit the Varnished Plane dimension. While the autarch enjoyed his plate of guts, she picked at her dish of Vargas roots and pilonomies.


Conversation was sparse.


Many Thanks to Mlle. Ghoul's

I Am Shabaunopol

I command you, strangeling, to make way a path for me to pass among those in this edifice, for I have been sent to distribute prana to those worthy by judgment of my master, Vengi Pinoshta. If you dare to disobey, I shall place you in a stasis bind from which you will not be released for days.


Now, make way.


From The Bounty That Is You Can't Piss On Hospitality

It Was Pastischa's Move

The Red Wraith was moving into the second phase of her attack on Baringi. She cast a Scarlet Cube  double blast that, unless her opponent could somehow feint away from the quantum path, would shake up the Klespiak's nervous system, rendering him helpless for a few seconds, opening an opportunity for Pastischa to deploy more deadly enchantments.


The power she was generating manifested geyser-like from the crown of her head.


Nicked From Peach Bee