Quartet of black chaplains, baptized in a psychedelic fractal eternity. We grow slow, so slow.

Monday 7 December 2009

This beth It!

My dear fellow conspirers, this truly must be nothing else but It.
I have found out the identity of this leery character Admiral!
It shall come to pass, once I confirm this scoop with The Council,
that I (M, for your consideration) shall emboss these words revealing
upon thine comparatively righteous beings.

By this act of paradigm-defining decency, shall Admiral be cast unto endless befoulment, for matters revealed and traspired by his actions of trickery and guile.

Now I must hasten to my meeting with The Council.
You'll be hearing from me soon. The truth shall be revealed and justice served!

M

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