Sometimes moments are captured without description, without emanating - once captured on photographic nature - any purpose. I shall give
these some.
Harvey, strange fellow of rabbit nature, stands beside his latest two compatriots, Dennis and Louvalle. They had just returned from the Opera but Dennis (gun wielding enthusiast of the Military variety) wished to explore the neighbouring town and so, with Louvalle protesting about his Chronic Solipsism, they entered a small Cafe called The Veronica Frog, had a small scone, and returned to the night. The night swallowed them, and made them imaginary friends.
Lolande and Rondrigh, Welsh Acrobats, had commandeered the costumes from a new film by David Lynch. Being 6ft each, they easily became trapped in said costumes and tried to get the police to help them. Combination of accents and attire increased the likelihood of bullets in their chest, even if the law enforcers look nonchalant.
Oscariol de la Raconteur was an Atheist. He lived in a small shack outside Ostrigabern, a village of unknown country, of unknown purpose, whose famous dish of fish was unheard of by the very inhabitants. He collected birds, some real, some cardboard, some sla[n]g. They tried to carry him away. They broke his arms.
Amelia was originally quite terrified of her husband, but soon realised he had only transformed into the beast due to an infection. After penicillin he felt alot better, even if appearance had stayed in B-Movie Form. He sat outside, unable to fit in the house. They watched Sex and the City together.
After Julian had opened up a portal the puppet universe, he asked his Aunt whether he should shut it. By that point it was too late, all the puppets had turned the human race into pyjama wearing skinny-dogs.
W'ka'bao. His name was passed down to him like a dirty rag. He bought the puppet, who was once a midget called Steev, from a book seller made of Iron Filings. After touring with Steev (now known as Wooden Al') he settled down with a nice family of Hairdressers and started a family with a curling iron.
This image was taken by one Katherine Gaal of New Orleans. She had found the pair in the back garden after the Oort Cloud of her Solar System had given her the ability to see parellel universes. The Oort Cloud had told her that she was the dog and the monkey as a rabbit was the house cleaner she invited round for tea some times.
After smiling so hard their faces had turned to rubber, the magic duo Issaban and Hyth left to the mountains to herd goats and make cheese from their milk.
After Issadora had told her family she wanted a pony, it was the only logical thing her father could think of: ask Prof. Sheem to do some genetic surgery. Sheem however failed and instead just gave the poor kid a mask.
After the holocaust, not the Nazi one, the one with Celebrities holding guns, Hermes Polonius Deerskin Thought left his face behind, shaking hands with people with looking at them.
Everyone thought John Hardy was a Doctor Who like Alien. He was infact an accountant from Spalding. The chemistry set was just glued to his hand at birth. His head bulbous because he once crammed a dictionary in their at birth. He didn't learn any new words.
After the great Llama Hunts of 1947, Haa Baa Faa Laa, eccentric billionaire of no real name, set up a home for these poor creatures, cutting of their heads to make lemonade with. Apparently it tasted hideos as lemonade, but made a fine acne cream.
After the
Smiling Man had left the carnival he set up a small antiques shop. He sold only three items, a tooth pick, an ivory statuette and the soul of a woman called Theresa.
The plague never really ended apparently. This is Dr. Horatio Kellerman of Stanford University, proving once and for all that the crows beak can save lives. So far Horatio has never died.
Time Traveller, after returning from the Snowy Peaks of London after the days of The Ice Seige.
Clowny Tim and his Orchestra of Babbling Monkeys had never performed to a real audience, just the unlucky travellers of Sherwood Forest who so happened to fall down the well no one has mapped. Note his conductors stick made from the ends of scissors and the dots on the tops of i's.
This image is blurred due to cosmic condensation.
Nos Feratu, practicing for his role as Loki im Gerard Thones production of his own play The Empty Hearted Vase.
After Marianne Toadstool had turned into a pigeon, she often found herself compelled to jump into abandoned shopping trolleys to try and see if she could roll to the moon. She was never institutionalised, all the doctors had transformed into other avians as well.
Puss in Boots had never been afraid of pigs before, but after those swine had taken him for a nice walk through the Alleyways of King Oinks castle, he became strictly vegetarian and only ever went outside after touching the walls of his house three times.
Jack 'Kerouac' Smith had never been one for visual metaphors, but after turning his best mate into an anthropomorphic goat he couldn't pass up the chance to mock prohibition laws.
This is Stan. Stan has been drawing faces of his twin brother, Stan, for other 3 years. Each image of Stan, Stans twin brother, in fact more resembles in father, Stan, who once lived in a small village in Austria.
After Mad Ferrett Disease had reached Chicago, Mr Tennyworth - ferrett of Lady Humphrey nee Stonealdrew Carlisle Farnsworth Spit - went on a killing spree, murdering three potted plants and a homeless man of Irish descent.
Suzie was Harveys lost love. She was found in an abandoned lorry outside Manchester telling passing cars that the end of the world was not a lound bang, or even a quiet shh, but already happening between her own pretty ears. She was taken away by Sgt. Harriet Stall and asked about the terrorist attacks on parellel universes. Suzie replied solely with the phrase, "Your portals are not like my own sir".
After contacting H, their convert spy in the otherworld, John (far left) Mr. J (middle) and Ahzarha (far right) hooked themselves to the battery supply ready to jump through cosmic hoops.
Was a virgin until 2005 after she met Swondon, a priest from Middlesex.
Gregory Bounce soon realised that dressing his son as a rabbit was a bad idea, seeing as so far all rabbits had only predicted the end of days and fell into nightscapes to be young humans' imaginary friends.
Thought:
Did you like the pictures? Were the stories true?
Weirdness:
Does wierdness attune itself to storytelling, or education, or does it merely fill a void of pointlessness with more error of ways?
Discovery:
