Every aquitard has a semi-competent clone

I’ve been there and here as well… Although mine is no more.

Being a copy of a copy, the little clone (CL) found the aluminum tub so carefully prepared. Glistening with nitric at maximum molarity, the cauldron pool called to CL.

A reflection not found and a less than erudite (feel the improper application of a descriptive adjective) representative score of 78 lead CL to leap.

Reminiscent of the WW of the W to Dorothy’s bucket or a “Raider’s” semi-liquid screaming German, CL embraced fate… Clone no more.

Clone… Gnome… Liquid and foam… Aluminum drain’s new home.

~ by aquitard on August 1, 2007.