Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Superfluous Alchemy II



Ruminating on the chemical redundencies inherent in the system, our hero sallied forth into the transaxle. Armed only with his own misguided perception and a brush he attempted to catalog all that his senses revealed to him. Judging by his affect on the surrounding consciousnesses one could only catagorize his attempt as a failure. Undettered he struggled on and eventually was lost to the quest to rarely be glimpsed again by his original thought binder.

1 comment:

this will kill that said...

Reginald Bunter awoke with a presentiment that he would dream about an odd prediction.