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Little fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

William Blake, 'The Fly' (1795)

Ten Turgid Years...

My Unauthorised Space Moose Archive

At one time an official Space Moose archive existed online. Unfortunately the author of Space Moose, Adam Someoneorother, was forced to close it down in 2003.

Never one to let good pixels die, I have cobbled together this collection from scactered pieces and obscure clues littered around the Internet. Entropy be damned!


color by Lars Primgaard Episode I
color by Lars Primgaard Moose wins again
Life support
I just shat the bed
The fellatio barn project
color by Tom Rathborne John School
Millennium Moose