The streaking of the red dogs. The wild dogs, the feral dogs. The chanting of the mice. The lift into the heavens. Each one became a part and a parcel of the ship. Then there were arrows pointing at the near origin and the distant origin. Then there were hearts aflutter about among the townsfolk. […]
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Obfuscated Prose
At the center of this cluster was a jabberwock spewing nonsensical portmanteaus and an occasional funny idea in the abstract. Postfixtion, sylvan skreekers, replaceable faces, automation facsimile, ruinous word, and artfully destroyed among them. The mutations of the mu biota in the sector spread mostly imperceptibly, since they bounce from the execution queue of non-compiling […]
Lost in Mist 