Make Time for Games

I Want to Play A GameWhat does one call a riddle that does not make any sense?

What becomes of impossible enigmas, conundrums that cannot compute, or retardant rhetoric? And why does asinine alliteration always allude an affluent, accumulated academic ascension? Has popular culture really equated irony with idiocy?

“A moth ate words. I thought that was a marvellous fate, that the worm, a thief in the dark, should eat a man’s words – a brilliant statement and its foundation is strong. Not a whit the wise was he for having fattened himself on those words.”

 

From my cold quill,
Erebus Nekromantia

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