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Shem Knarkid Needs his Mommy
Nestled in the heart of the Cosmic Collective, the planet Maymow slowly waltzed its way around its sun. Under the blanket of its cool atmosphere, great mountain chains curled around each other and poked through the clouds like the intertwined knees of giant sleeping lovers, some of whom must not have cared to shave their legs given the thick pine forests across most peaks. Some referred to Maymow as Carnal Rock, others as the Sinner’s Stones. It was a modern planet full of civilized kitchens, bathrooms, studies, terraces, gardens… but not bedrooms. No the bedrooms of Maymow were places of exploration. Places where people set out to discover new passions with old flames. Continue reading
