Oh the Stars were Rearranged, Glinting as Brightly as the Housing Market Early 2008, Mr Miracle Was Looking on, His Downbeat Exterior Barely Masking his Toothless Rage, I was There to Help Usher in and Comfort the Approaching Funeral Party, Y'See the Cadaver Contained Multitudes of Worlds, People Were Not Just Bad or Good - It was Beyond Binary, That's What the Big Man Said. A Woman Seeped into the Ground, As Her Son Hurled Large Oddly-Edged Rocks at the Stationary Death Wagon, I Shouted "Truly, I Have No Comments to add on - the Boy May be Burning with Passion but He Cannot Discern that Gleaming Bentley from a Medieval Dragon", And the Stones Bluntly Bounced - As the Car Windows were Rubberised, Reinforced or Just Plain Sturdy, The Debt had been Paid in Full - We Were at the Funeral of Jack Kirby. Once the Man had been Laid into the Ground We Manoeuvred to the Nearest Pub - the Noise Homogenous from Afar, Conversations became a Roughly Edited Dub - their Sounds Bouncing off the Ceiling Tar, Then a Relative Si-a-lenced the Crowds and Insisted the Attendees Prove their Connection to Kirby's Dearly Departed Soul - To Which I Piped Up Loudly and Offered Stories of Half Edible Burgers from the Wimpy at Fort Kinnaird MegaBowl. The Room Erupted with Laughter - Many Coming from a Herd of Unemployed Actors who Regaled us with Tales after of their attempts to win the X-Factor (Y'Know Like Leon Jackson and his Ilk) No One Was Impressed with their Contributions - Many Would Have Rather Disposing of Radioactive Pollutants. Well...Y'Know... Win Some, Lose Some - I Guess. The Night was Progressing at an Uneven and Unnatural Pace, There was a Presence Here despite Not Being an Open Casket F-F-F-Featuring Wake, I Tried Departing to My Fortress of Jokes but the Supernatural Paranoia Overtook us All, We Witnessed the Steaming Roast Chicken Revert to White and Yolk and a Translucent Comic Book Creator Roam the Pub's Halls - FOR HE IS RISEN! RESURRECTED BY A RECLUSIVE PYNCHON! Truly Kirby was an Intangible Vision Reciting Something about "Nuclear Fission"... The Cutlery was Now Magnetised and I Started Itching and Wheezing, Jack Kirby Emitted a Light that Tore Apart Atoms like an Archaic Demon, Or Maybe it was Just that the Mourners were Beyond "a Little bit Steaming". "Don't Look into the Light, into the Light that Was Jack Kirby, Don't Look into the Light, into the Light that Was Jack Kirby, What is Not Real Truly Cannot Hurt Me, But Still, Don't Look into the Light, into the Light that Was Jack Kirby." "Don't Look into the Light, into the Light that Was Jack Kirby, Don't Look into the Light, into the Light that Was Jack Kirby, What is Not Real Truly Cannot Hurt Me, But Still, Don't Look into the Light, into the Light that Was Jack Kirby." Don't Look into that Light that Was Jack Kirby.

Nailmarks of Existence - Ink on Paper, Etched in with a Quill Pen - Like a 25th Century Quaker, Or Ciphered into Obelisks - By a Barcode Baker, Who Bakes their Bread - with the Heat from their Phaserz. The Luddite's Thumb, The Luddite's Thumb, Must Be Rounder than Ours, The Luddite's Thumb. Those Grunting Apes - Rubbing Sticks Together, Now their "Sticky" Digits - Manipulate the Weather, An Electric Toothbrush - Softens Ol' Yellers, Microsoft Spellchecker - Promotes Absentee Spellers. The Luddite's Thumb, The Luddite's Thumb, Must Be Rounder than Ours, The Luddite's Thumb. You Won't Have to do a Thing - Your Limbs Will be Stumps, You'll Live Like a Raddish - on a Nutrient Pump. (you know what they say about grey paper, it's recycled old trees, take a look in yer porridge, the truth is easy to see) And See the Flattening of Thumbs, And See the Flattening it Comes, And See the Flattening of Thumbs, And See the Flattening it Comes, And See the Flattening of Thumbs, And See the Flattening it Comes, And See the Flattening of Thumbs, And See the Flattening it Comes, And See the Flattening of Thumbs, And See the Flattening it Comes, And See the Flattening of Thumbs, And See the Flattening it Comes, And See the Flattening of Thumbs, And See the Flattening it Comes, And See the Flattening of Thumbs, And See the Flattening it Comes...

"Yes I asked him - please take the receiver off the hook." "What, were you in a phone booth?" "No this was coming from somewhere else - like the wailing of 5000 hole riddled futures leaking good times and preemptive stomach cramps. I suppose it could be worse or it could be better, mornings bring the anxious surprise of an overgrown bedwetter." "Are you sure it just ain't your head going round in circles, y'know performing tricks, conjuring illusions - stuff like that?" "No...no this goes bigger, the warning signs were there. The drumstick has gone translucent - its edges were about to tear. There is a static electricity frazzling snailshell hairs. Y'know you could see guilt and sadness and anger and loss floating around and falling quiet around the kinetic air..." "Listen to my works ye mighty, please don't weep at my despair - i'd struggle to hear the things you say. My mind would not be present - y'know I am only superficially there." "Oh man that... that sucks."

Oh, the Wilhelm Scream - The Weimar Republik was Slowly Running Out of Steam, Oh, in Beckmann's Dreams - There's a Dread, There's a Shadow, There's a Confusion in Each Scene. - Oh, the Wilhelm Scream - Fritz Lang had seen it Coming and Replaced Man with Machine, Oh, in Einstein's Scheme - Everything is Merely Relative to Where it's Being Seen.

A Couch Abandoned in the Streets; There's No One There to Dent Its Cushions, A Crab and Squirrel Fight Over Cheese; Their Brains Attuned to Easy Protein. Greasy Clouds of Seretide Cling to the Pavements; Cognizant Lungs Hoover the Slime, The Sun is Caught Within an Onion Jar; Stalled & Stuck - Suspended in Old Salt. A Church Appears on the Horizon; Its Detached Bell Pokes Through the Rafters, Rooftop Copper - Blue and Corroded, You Can Smell the Rain 3 Miles Away; Due to Doomsday Acidity. There's a Figure Hanging 'Round St. Andrew's Square; Selling Expired Post Cards and Canisters of Bottled Air, His Boney Fingers Vibrate and Click and Creak; Producing a Gated Shriek for the Ones Who'd Linger there... The Sound Escapes and then Grows Weak, Strange the Difference in a Week, He Takes Requests but Won't Play Slayer, The Walls Applaud his Katzenklavier.

By Transmitter Hill - Ee Aye Ee Aye Oh! By Transmitter Hill - Ee Aye Ee Aye Oh! There was Stange Noises in the Night, Gardens All Wrecko'd - Now that Ain't Right, They Killed My Roses, They Trimmed Yer Bushes, They Panned My Greenhouse, And they Died Yer Roots, Small Pointed Figures wi Fishing Rods, Leave on Yer Doorstep a Panicked Cod, Shoulda Watched on Where You Built Yer Homes - Pictish Graveyards Attract Killer Gnomes. By Transmitter Hill - Ee Aye Ee Aye Oh! By Transmitter Hill - Ee Aye Ee Aye Oh! O' Twisted Metal - How You Spark and Shine, "Say Where'd You find this Glowing Turquoise Wine?" "It is Delivered at No Extra Cost - to the Lonely and to the Lost." Wayne and Franklin - They Were One of Them, Gracious Slaves to the Wee Green Men, Their Medicine Can Wrench You from a Rut - All They Ask is Just to Probe Yer Butt. By Transmitter Hill - Ee Aye Ee Aye Oh! By Transmitter Hill - Ee Aye Ee Aye Oh! (Excuse Me...We are Having Significant Disruptions Currently) By Transmitter Hill - Ee Aye Ee Aye Oh! By Transmitter Hill - Ee Aye Ee Aye Oh! By Transmitter Hill - Ee Aye Ee Aye Oh! By Transmitter Hill - Ee Aye Ee Aye Oh!

(I, Cryptid) Once I was a Superhuman But Now I am a Cryptid Took a Couple Left Turns and Limped Right Past the Crypt Lid Traded Science for Magic and the Result was Unexpected I Once was a Superhuman But Now... I am a Cryptid I am a Cryptid I am a Cryptid. The Future was Deemed Bleak And the Good Old Team Fragmented Split 'Tween the Corners of an Earth Squashed and Disconnected Progress Capped at the Knee Capped at the Knee and Rejected I Once was a Superhuman But Now... I am a Cryptid I am a Cryptid I am a Cryptid. I See it Coming, It's in the Trees, A Daily Record News Article, Large Cats Stalking Country Breeze. Or Maybe it Was Alan Moore, Testing Mind Control on Bees, Communicating with Crowley, Or Farming Blocks of Cottage Cheese. An Origin Story Was Wholly Unnecessary For I Always Was My Own Greatest Adversary But Things Got Way Off-Piste Way Off-Piste - Almost Unscripted I Once was a Superhuman But Now... I am a Cryptid I am a Cryptid I am a Cryptid. Bridges to Nowhere Became Warped and Vaguely Haunted Overfed the Melon and Summoned Up the Scooped Mids X-ray Visions Turning Inward And their Effect Caused a Hissing Fit I Once was a Superhuman But Now... I am a Cryptid Thoughts All Encrypted I am a Cryptid. If you let this world take its toll upon ye it will do so with ease, folks say it is better to live with the curse than be overcome by false floor relief, "Linger on", a leper once told me "and the Weirderness becomes protective", I Once was a Superhuman But Now... "Ain't that right - Roky, Skip, Syd and Nic Cage and Brendan Fraser, Laughing Stock, Spirit of Eden, Christopher Lee, Andy Kaufman, Nikola Tesla, Et Cetera, Et Cetera, Et Cetera..."