Meet Gluck’s…friends? Our foolish hero has escaped the jaws of death: let’s see if it was worth it!

Rooge’s story and scheme having been detailed, our heroes jump to put an end to his horrible abominations. Ollie sends in the troops, but are they too late?

The bonds are loosened and Gluck is free! Fighting, running, and bleeding his way across the wastelands, our hero aims to find his friends. Will Gluck’s homecoming be everything he expects? Fat chance!

What is contra natura is the dysfunctional rapport that human beings seem to have developed with this cosmic ladder, and that may very well be the source of what’s abusive in the power – whether cosmic, natural, or human.

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, some disturbing imagery detailed how a mind goes from wicked to ludicrously evil. The ho-ho-horror!

It was on this final line / of descent that Avon brought / her Tarzan poem to a close, / following the message / from the Commander: / “MU-SIC! MU-SIC!”

So shortly after beginning his adventures, Gluck comes face to face with certain death. Will his prayers save him from eternal darkness? If his past behavior is any indicator, he hasn’t a chance in Hell!

Justice is served! Gluck, apprehended for his various crimes, faces the legal system. Will he fare well against the backbone of society, or will his own backbone feel the full weight of the law?

When I died — a long time ago — I was buried with wolf-fangs and transistor radio. While brain festered in my skull, I pondered negative numbers and the mess I had left: bills, some jottings reminding me to return a phone call from the black side of the sun.

There’s something particularly devilish about getting drunk in a church. Idle hands are the devil’s workshop, and with hands like Gluck’s some major surprises are in store for the clergy!

Death, fear, action, and Tiny Tim: a fascinating glimpse into the mind of a madman awaits our heroes!

Gluck is on the run! Renaissance festivals offer many opportunities to hide, especially right under someone’s nose. When that nose belongs to Gluck, the last place you’d look is far away indeed!

An 1891 interview with Mallarmé, translated from the French by poet Cid Corman.

S.C. Rooge revels in his evil plot to put the dead to work. How does he do it, and what will Zuggy and Kathy do about it? Read on to find out!

A glimpse into Gluck’s mind raises this question: ahead of his time, or just a jerk? Will a crowd of peasants enjoy his juggling, or will his misanthropic mouth get in the way?

Ollie sends in the Ecto Squad to clean out the ghouls. It could take a while, but worry not! There will be plenty to stimulate and inform with no danger of tepid uneventfulness!

Huzzah! Gluck sings for an eager audience…maybe a bit too eager. Don’t be fooled: peasants may not be smart, but they are capricious!

S. C. Rooge, under increasingly powerful anesthesia, remembers and reveals his descent into black magick technology. Zuggy and Kathy: you got a big storm coming!

It was all a bullfight in the end—/The smell of death contends/With rain, and more blood than/We can measure or imagine is/Surrounded by spinning black/Umbrellas—

The festivities begin as Gluck himself is introduced! Who is he? WHAT is he? The less-than-happy crowd eagerly awaits…and boy are they in for a shock!