Various things happen on planet µ.
In the hypnagogic fun derived from chewing corners of tert-butyl bromide between four rows of vintage synthesizers, the patron saint of planet µ finds the keystone of his wavering IDM-ic compositional delirium.
In the chewed residue of the aforementioned tert-butyl bromide, scientifically refined in zircon crucibles at a constant temperature, the µ-sicator of symphonies for amphoteric octahedrons finds his very own pyrophoric ocean of rediscovered simplicity.
In the aforementioned ocean, dissolved are the residues of the “Chewed corners” of chewed bromide — with various gustatory and olfactory effects— remains a film on the surface, a residue that has a subtle aftertaste of molybdenum sulfide.
Hearing what is said, it seems that of a fine heavy metal intoxication, at times exciting and at times calming, the patron died sipping, mixed with hydrolyte, the liquid mixture that, on planet µ, the µ-sicator caused to form, despite himself, by chewing the corners of the aforementioned alkyl halide (a certain tert-methyl bromide).
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