(This is not a complete story yet and I haven't scanned the illustrations. Wanted to get some bit of this up though.)
Monkey Darwin took a long break to recover from his trip. Even weeks later, he still had dreams of the things that he saw.
As monkeys rest in monkey nests and the stars burn far above, a sonic wave of angel song came bubbling and flowed along in Monkey Darwin's dream. The angel of universal love phased through the door; its baffling shape confused the ape no less than the time before.
"Fear not!" announced the angel.
"Um, I wasn't worried, we met in the springtime, remember?"
"I know. But we're always supposed to say 'Fear not' to mortals. It doesn't really keep about half of them from running away screaming, but it's nice when that's not a problem."
"No screaming here. What brings you from Tripsville to Reality?"
"You have fought Mr. Satansman before with some success."
"Oh! Yeah, we did get him to fuck off. It wasn't just me though, Jane and Joe did most of the actual work."
"You were the prophet whose vision led them."
"I guess? I raised the alarm, is all."
"That is what prophets are for. Go to the mushroom grove."
"What?"
"The mushroom grove, Monkey Darwin!"
Monkey Darwin awoke blearily, wondering why he could never see the tips of those tentacle things that the angel seemed to have sticking up from its head thing. They just seemed to go on forever up. Also when the crap did he start believing in angels or dream visions or prophets and why was he already heading out to the mushroom grove.
Tube eke on tin yewed. (To be continued.) Illustrations are about half done and not scanned. Narf.