Aegeon

Science Fiction Illustrated

Brace yourselves, warrior-oxen!

The verdant green orb of optimistic idea-excitement has vacated the sphincter of Gola-Hungus. It widens in scope and colour over the quivering, huddled field of your gathered anticipating heads. See the nubulous green break like a cloud, raining brain-nutrients on your eager open maws. Open wide your receptors, larval antenoids - drink of the dewey nectar of inspiring fiction, as stewed for a thousand years in the brain-digestion of the origin mind! The homunculus-toad from beginning of time, who's thoughts are the marrow of Ymir.

Green is keen! Hail Ramek!

This tome is a prog rock sonnet played on a space-reverb laden bass guitar, by a moustached demigod in a sparkling jumpsuit.