between the times when the oceans drank Atlantis

[brushwolf]

Thither came Conan, a hipster, a player of tenor sax, destined to find work at a promising start-up, most recent issue of The Stranger in hand, finally getting his gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirths under control with medication and regular therapy, to tread the jeweled coffeeshops of the northwest beneath his Teva'd feet.

It is I, his cronicular chronometer biographer who tells you of his saga. Let me tell thee of the tales of high adventure!

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