Monday, November 2, 2009

Soulpunk (A Robert Gryfft Parody)

by Ari Collins

Burn the souls reverently, my son. Otherwise, these exquisite fumes won't have enough buoyancy to keep the zeppelin afloat. That pink-grey coagulate under the flame is soul-tar; patch the balloon with it before it hardens.

See that girl on the hill? I can taste her fervent desperation from up here. Bring us down.


Rob said...


Jackson said...

I can see the Gryfft, but I'm also catching some Penny Arcade vibes off of it.

Fantastic business.

Ari Collins said...

Now that is some compliment, Jackson. Thanks!

Anonymous said...

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