Aliens in This World

Sign of life #587. The scene is rec.arts.sf.written; the date is April 17, 2008.

…Alright, it’s been a hard day, okay?  I have now smacked my
own head, thus saving anyone else the need to.  In my sober
senses I am well aware that Homer stopped short of describing
that unspeakable, annihilatingly blasphemous violation of our
quotidian dimensions by *the venom-dark fanged cilia of THE BIG C
HIMSELF!!!*

It is slurred amongst the unhallowed dwellers in _The Freemason’s
Arms_ at Battersea that the middle volume of Homer’s blockbusting
trilogy was actually completed and performed, with the
Laocoön-scene and the subsequent Catalogue of Unnameable Things
representing new high-water marks of poetic power.  The psychic
destruction wrought amongst the audience proved such, however,
that _Horsey to King’s Prawn Four_ was swiftly and permanently
retired from the repertoire.

As to the mentally shattered bard, a public appeal on his behalf
to the Asklepion evoked the cryptic divine response, “The best
cure for morbid fancies is fresh sea air and plenty of exercise!”
Homer dutifully took this cure - and indeed his twenty-year
Mediterranean cruise so far restored his health that he was
eventually able, not only to forget the unhallowed horrors of the
wossname, but also somewhere to find the inspiration to finish
his trilogy.

Many competent authorities have considered this theory to be
complete bollocks.

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Cheers,