Thursday, April 2, 2009

Andy Warhol Superman

Andy Warhol SupermanAndy Warhol SunsetAndy Warhol Shadows I
Amazingly sensitive magical measuring device,’ said the Dean.’Measures the density of a magical field. A thaumometer.’
The Senior Wrangler proudly held the cube aloft and pressed a button on the side. A needle on the dial wobbled houses on either side of the street.
Mrs Evadne Cake was a medium, verging on small.
It wasn’t a demanding job. Not many people who died in Ankh-Morpork showed much inclination to chat to their surviving relatives. Put as many mystic dimensions between you and them as possible, that was their motto. She filled in between engagements with dressmaking and church work - any church.
around a little bit and stopped. ‘See?’ said the Senior Wrangler. ‘Just natural background, representing no hazard to the public.’‘Speak up,’ said the Archchancellor.’I can’t hear you above the noise.’Crashes and screams rose from the

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