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Galaxies bloomed like flowers on dark matter

  • Galaxies bloomed like flowers on dark matter stalks, but little did their tiny denizens know of the strange cultures that thrived along the hidden transit corridors. Tourists
  • plucked a few "pretty spiral flowers" causing intergalactic mayhem. As the dark energy sap dripped from the stalks, the galaxies imploded releasing a shower of singularities
  • shining like fires on the river. Then the being motioned for me to look. He opened a chest and showed me a shadow land. He waved a feather over it and tiny life forms began t
  • o dance like melting snowflakes. The dark puppeteer added a drake to the tableau made of ash paper. A lute played softly. He snappeed the lid down. "How much are you willing?"
  • Momentarily distracted by the haunting lute melody, he shook his head. "Everything I have," he told his estate planner. "She will inherit all that I have." The puppeteer
  • danced a jig to the distracting lute melody then considered his rash decision about his estate. The puppeteer had forgotten the orphanage where he had grown up. They had
  • instead, moved on to settling down with children or getting Lootcrate. God knows how that works, but it's the puppet's decision to make, not ours.
  • The puppet now had six hands and three heads, because of the water supply being contaminated from agents orange and blue. Doctors slashed their supply budgets because nothing would
  • stop the exponential growth in the number of heads and hands. The puppet looked up at its Master and spoke, out of all three heads at once, "Master, please,
  • buy me a piano."
Started
2012-07-12 20:11:05
Finished
2016-05-04 03:31:50

2 Comments

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    Flopp May 04 2016 @ 14:12

    The puppet later went on to become Beethoven, and was able to produce masterful works.
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    RoboRoach May 05 2016 @ 01:51

    With that many heads and hands it should be able to cover the keys fairly efficiently.

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