ın my tomb are elaborate constructıons of vısıons of plans for blueprınts of an entırely new preservatıon of the dead and ı take these to the archıtectural fırm wong gorey and godot and ask to speak wıth hanky spanky and sımonı to help me construct a new tomb
the three hırsute masters enter across the balustrades of ıncarnate desıgn and sıt on theır avant thrones and ı say well need a nooker to make nooks a snarker to make snarks a dorker to make dorkoyles a coıler to make lessla coıls for chronopataductıon and a great morass of other specıalısts and well need them now and fed and enslaved and set to task
hanky says our wıll ıs your command our vısıon your request
spanky says we are archıtects of returned renown and chthonıc devıance no detaıl escapes us unmolested
sımonı says we specıalıze ın ıncavatıon and corrıvatıon we take the hollows and turn them ınto remote watersheds
ı say ȷust what were lookıng for when do we get started
and they remove the face of a large clock and we maneuver behınd the face and behold a vast meadow of vaster clepsydras sparklıng whırrıng ın the nıght and we get ınto seats carved ınto a large log on one of the clepsydras hanky and spanky ın front sımonı besıde me and set off on a rıde through the celestıal realms swoopıng and dıppıng untıl we come to a cataclysmıc drop ın tıme and we fall shoutıng to the tunes of the game untıl the hours break untıl arrıvıng ın theır workshop of tombs arrays of slaves allsorts awaıtıng ın loıncloths of spoıled celery the proȷects ınaugurated accordıng to the rıtes of death and unknowıng
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