Psychogalactic Pizza: Third Fragment

Psychogalactic Pizza: Third Fragment

The Third Fragment: “Oh,” the other marshmallow shouted suddenly. “I found it!” “Where?!” the urinal demanded, “Where is he?!” I jumped back to attention and nearly gave myself away. Thankfully, my fears were unfounded. “I found the castle!” the marshmallow continued. “It’s right there!” The urinal gurgled angrily and flushed, then all was silent for […]

Psychogalactic Pizza: The Second Fragment

Psychogalactic Pizza: The Second Fragment

Second Fragment   I’m many things, but no liar, so believe you me when I say that there is no-one else alive less qualified for a good brawl than yours truly. The drunkard, in his stumbling, has a swan’s grace when wobbling in my vicinity, and even the infant child’s dexterity is fit to dazzle […]

Psychogalactic Pizza: First Fragment

Psychogalactic Pizza: First Fragment

PSYCHOGALACTIC PIZZA Being the ongoing transcendental prose melodrama of André Katkov, BA, MFA, and Fourth-Order Earthen Pajama Lord First Fragment They say the grass is always greener on the other side, but that’s just stuff and nonsense, isn’t it? Anybody who’s dined in Odin’s halls or hummed the bass line for a chorus of spacemaids […]