Toronto Breakfast Vestments

My companion, the time travelling impending man and my somewhat benefactor, all a slurn and divermlent in his acaborience, desmerviated his absalobulent morbrianisms, transbundulently aplex me, chestwise. And thus, our brovariance was reduced to the .2% threshold, giving us intercepticon’s quotient.

We nodded to one another, clear on what to do next.

After waiting the handful of heartbeats ¹, I processed my mental faculties toward the dais of my reason at the transcept of the cathedral of my mental mind brain. Thoughtfully i pondered my response. before me stood what I could recognize by aurolon visionscreaming was some kind of soldier. He pointed a metal Lloyd at me. Like the LLoyds of old. And his mantifarianisms were reviving ancient genetic memories in me, and some cellular memoirs. THe memories were of a vague and liquid kinship i amorphously drank with this man, and the memoirs were a lurid tale of a deception and raisins in an area referred to ironically as “not hollywood”. I employed a sequence of de-ironizers to convect the thought into sincerity. It was a place called Hollywood.

Today is 50 posts Wednesday, and i celebrate my 50 posts with the most delicious and perfect cake i could find.

The Sympath, an annoying form of psychic or telepath that irritatingly aknowledges the emotions of others.

We waited a handful of heartbeats¹ before reacting.

THE TORONTOIST gave me a nice article in reference to the 8-bit Weezer Album i was part of. Try enjoying that.

With a bright flare of muted taupe we were drawn into the time field generated by my unnamed friend’s suit. He remarked “this is going to take a few minutes. Its not instantaneous like your lute.”

“Why?”

“Too long to explain.”