Grin seeks analog von dali deep in the heart of the Milky Way bar

Grin kept a spotless bar top. the place might be a joint but that was no reason to let things get sloppy. there was purity • a depth of field, as one looked through the surface sheen and saw the milky way floating in space. an impressive sight if you got close and cupped the shades around your eyes as Von Dali was doing now. Grin ignored him for the time being • left him alone to think it off. Vond felt gooey when he finally came out of it. Grin was tending to the humidors that set low along the mirror wall • dark polished cherry wood with shined up brass hinges and knobs. the delights of kryhene world spoke to the seer from behind each spotless airtight beveled window pane. Grin neatly rolled the chamois skin he preferred for removing smudges and prints • then lolled his head in Vond’s direction and said flatly • what is it makes her smell so smart • the lotus high note, Vond said. has a way of touching the olfactory nerves, Grin sighed back. in more ways than one can imagine mr. Grin. don’t know if it’s late or early by your clock but can i get you anything. a heater with enceludus fizz brine, make that a bottle, Vond said as he lowered his head to stare back into the swirling streamers  of gas feeding into the center of sagittarius a • b and c with radio lobe overlays as the cathode ray trio sang a devotional to primary numbers in the background.