Pluto the planet In the time it takes to know nothing. You must be particular about the shadows you describe. Pluto hangs in the outreaches of what seems limit. Named by an eleven year old for the strange power of extension, winning £5 of feigned lucre/locus. Herewith the namesake, adverted into system:
- Keeper of wealth in the fine empty
- Temporal mind game magician
- A rustle of foreboding
- Cackling minstrel
- Clumsy defenestration
- The frisson of almost not quite
- Grand reduction
- Whatever
Pluto begins and almost stops as a rocklike hunk of matter or little matter, remonstrating against your idea of what your idea is. Matter means the remains of Pluto’s realm, if that god of leftovers really exists. Anyway, the celestial body stops clocks to the degree that anything can stop—clusters of stars—in the short while notice, dark as deep can be.
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