Penelope Cholmondely raised her azure eyes from the crabbed scenario. She meandered among the congeries of her memoirs. There was the Kinetic Algernon, a choleric artificer of icons and triptychs, who wanted to write a trilogy. For years she had stifled her risibilities with dour moods. His asthma caused him to sough like the zephyrs among the tamarack.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Extended Hiatus
Like endospores, but with music. (my god, it's like chiptunes without chiptunes. it's what happens when you up the audio resolution of 8 bit tracks)
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