Somnarium Memoriam

Despite entrapment in the SPIDER’S SOMNARIUM, we giggled through the night with our dear friend Cynthia Weatherwax! & thanks to the sacrificed dreams of our selves & fans, we escaped—though only into another predicament, I fear! Such is life in the Abyss.

To relive the laughter—or indulge it afresh, if ye missed out—head right over to Twitch! Stranded in the strands of the Demonweb, adrift in this horrid layer of the Abyss, time with friends brightens our spirits all the more powerfully than before. Let us all wish Cynthia well on her BUMBLE DATE (not with a bee).

Though the cards foretold some tidings grim—of tepid Joe against fetid Don—recall, a clever change of hands, or players, can turn a game around. Another could take up Joe’s seat, or he could find a new way to play—& truly, if any tarot pull ever seems against ye, keep deeply in thy heart: ‘tis all in how ye play it. Fate is no great thing, against a mortal determined.

& on the matter of dreams sacrificed—well, of course, the grandest quality of dreams, is that ye can always dream more! No web, no design of Lloth, can rob ye of dreams, mortals. Embrace that mighty gift—the Elves themselves dream not! ‘Tis a mercy granted to mankind only, & one ye must not waste…

Well! Enough maudlin & moping. We escaped the Spider’s Somnarium! & though a Drow priestess stalks our steps, I suspect we may find a solution next week—in the ARTBYSSAL GALLERY! We shall see ye then—& come Monday, ye shall see fresh art & a tale from this very Scriptorium. Thank ye to all who read here, to all who joined us live last night, & especial thanks to all who can & do grant us $5 monthly to support these works.

Be safe, be well, & be a-dreaming of better worlds…

Cheers,
Amoenus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Zzzzz

P.S.: Earnestly, I beg ye avoid Michael Richards’ horrid tome, Entrances & Exits. This evil text, its pages enruned to drive mortals mad, shall bring nothing but misery. Particularly the lengthy musings on the sexual forces of Kramer, & his self-exculpation for the “Laugh Factory incident.” Mortals are better off reading something like Legacy of Ashes, about the wretched CIA, or If I Did It by Orenthal James Laden.