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This dream reminds me of the sort that my friend :iconthomastapir: would post to his journal, dripping with morphological morsels that you only wish you could get a brain's screenshot of. A flagrant result of the awesome Coen Brothers film I watched last night, swirled in with artstation mech folder favorites. Luckily, I was able to actually remember most of this sucker; 

The dream begins in a basement. I’m playing an elaborate miniature wargame. Someone has set up a diorama of a pebble beach where two special forces teams are returning from some clandestine mission. The detail is museum display quality.

 Rising from the shore is a tower –perhaps the entrance to a larger subterranean facility. The tower is tall, sleek, curved, windowless, and without much in the way of external features except for a heavy steel door, locked from the inside.

 Suddenly, the special forces teams are thrashing through the surf to make their escape inside 2 beached minisubs, and I’m right there with them ducking inside the hatch moments before the minisub extricates itself for deeper waters. Either I’ve shrunk down to miniature size, or the diorama merged with reality and now exists on the scale of nature.

Through a porthole in the minisub, or via an LED screen with an external feed, I can see into the water outside the sub. We’re still close enough to the surface that there’s light enough to see. A larger interception sub is speeding through the water right towards us, like something between a torpedo and a shark. We dive just in time to avoid a collision, but our maneuvers have brought us up against another hulk, almost slamming into it. We surface next to the mother sub and the special forces guys pour themselves onto its deck. Mission complete.

 A great crash thunders from the ocean behind me. I turn to see the facility tower rising from the waves in a gale of froth and spray. Only, of course it isn’t a stationary structure, it’s the conning tower of a gargantuan submarine. A massive tail is lashing the ocean behind it, a smooth coil agile as a sea serpent, and longer than an aircraft carrier. Powerful enough to rip the beached tower from the sands, and probably while taking half the shoreline with it.   

 I’m back inside a basement workshop, and the Zeuglodon Submarine’s creator is holding the huge model out to me like he’s posing with his prize catch, so I’m able to see its entirety and marvel at it from all angles. The front end is rendered with a craftsmanship on par with the best Japanese “Maschinen Krieger”-style scratch builders. Vaguely like a sperm whale’s head, but bulbous with torpedo ports and esoteric technology, giving the whole thing a mutated and biomechanical vibe. The tail end was injection molded in clear red PVC plastic, enabling it to stretch out at length without weighing too much.

 A particularly paunchy area of the midsection catches my eye. The body is no longer clear red plastic, but the slick stealth black of a submarine in dry dock. The midriff  writhes with life from within. I realize the Zeuglodon submarine is pregnant…               

  • Listening to: Abaddon's Gate -audiobook
  • Reading: The Raft
  • Watching: Hail, Caesar!
  • Playing: NIOH
  • Eating: Meatballs in a hotdog roll
  • Drinking: Kirin Ichiban


Pizza is an Italian Mandala
United States
"I'm gonna kick the mustard outta that crazy hotdog!"

Current Residence: Connecticut
Favourite genre of music: Downtempo, Electronic, Lounge, Alternative, Jazz, Rock, Indie Hip-Hop, Tuvan throat singing
Favourite photographer: Araki, Uelsmann, Sugimoto
Favourite style of art: Browse my favorites
Operating System: OS X.9.4
MP3 player of choice: itunes on mac
Shell of choice: Ghost
Wallpaper of choice: Ryoanji rock garden + hawken
Skin of choice: freckled
Favourite cartoon character: Voltron
Personal Quote: The Dragon has swallowed the Earth! ...and yearns to lunge from the belly of your mind.



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Small-Brown-Dog Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2017
Another fave  - thanks  :)
Rob-Cavanna Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2017
:laughing: No thanks necessary. 
Small-Brown-Dog Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2016
Fave appreciated as always - thanks man ;)
Rob-Cavanna Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2016
always a pleasure! :D 
Small-Brown-Dog Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2016
Hey, thanks for the fave :)
RottenPocket Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey man, what's happening your side of the world?
Rob-Cavanna Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2016
Well, you might have heard... we elected a racist fascist misogynist psychopath as leader of the free world. Yeah... 
and everyone's going, "Oh, I'm so glad elections are over." But it's like, no you assholes, now we have to live with this waking nightmare. 

I've been getting into heated 'discussions' with my martial arts teacher about why it makes sense to despair and freak out. Sorry, but, it's not cool and it's not Ok. 

Anyway, it's nice to have you back! I saw all your recent stuff and was going to give you a shout, but you beat me to it. 
RottenPocket Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
You could move to CA. I hear they're going to break off and go hang with Hawaii. 

But seriously, if other countries don't try to bomb the US, looks like they might take care of it themselves. Take care buddy. Let me know if I need to start building a bunker this side. 

Rob-Cavanna Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2016
I don't think I could live in Callie. They're far too cheerful. Plus, you know... all that sunlight. Not really my thing. 
Also might run into some children of mine I never knew about... and they'd want money. 
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Small-Brown-Dog Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2016
Once again - thanks :)
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