Dear Friends,
My assistant, that rancid and untrustworthy bastard snuck into my lab after hours. He mixed up my chemicals. Come swiftly, now, with the antidote, Nurse Ratchid!
Res Ipsa Loquitor,
S
Thoughts on whatever as time goes by. Tech stuff, Political Satire, DIY Philosophy, Garage Quantum Mechanics, Music, Whatever. Just a place for friends to stretch out their minds together.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
They came again…
Dear Friends,
They came again in dreams, dancing on unseen strings gyred to an invisible Puppet Master's dexterous digits. The music resolved this time from a noise akin to the crinkling of waxed paper sheathing shards of glass and sand.
Hic Finis Est,
S
They came again in dreams, dancing on unseen strings gyred to an invisible Puppet Master's dexterous digits. The music resolved this time from a noise akin to the crinkling of waxed paper sheathing shards of glass and sand.
Hic Finis Est,
S
Monday, November 25, 2013
A Visitor in Dreams…
Dear Friends,
A visitor arrived in dreams last night. It did not speak, but behind my eyelids, between my ears, somewhere in the vicinity of my brain's Hippocampus, there was a buzzing. It slowly resolved into music and emotions unspoken. I cannot recall what it all meant.
Hic Finis Est,
S
A visitor arrived in dreams last night. It did not speak, but behind my eyelids, between my ears, somewhere in the vicinity of my brain's Hippocampus, there was a buzzing. It slowly resolved into music and emotions unspoken. I cannot recall what it all meant.
Hic Finis Est,
S
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