The eremite dabbles in evocation, excels in conjuration, beguiles with enchantment, struts garishly via illusion, repels with abjuration, amazes with transmutation, prophesizes via divination, and coaxes new life when he melts flesh gollum spell components into biogenetic purposes.
Many failed creations slouch toward their cage doors in knot-like interference patterns, hopelessly woven into mobius eternities, endlessly moving forward, endlessly reverting, endlessly dipping in and out of consciousness. The wild recluse obsesses over the conundrums, the templates, the equations, and the rites that blossom out of the universe spun by these creatures' locomotion.
Meanwhile, some distance from the grotto, a possum streams blindly along a well-worn path.
Although I am not generally attracted to post modern blogs (please excuse me if you take offense), I am intrigued by your topic choices...What an interestingly confusing and whimsical blog you have crafted.
Posted by: Aeppel; LVR | April 19, 2008 at 06:39 PM
Thanks for the kind words. :O)
Posted by: Paul Roe | April 20, 2008 at 01:04 AM