The Pasteboard Of Eternity, trying to generate ideas for Creation.
Cause used a bit of charcoal to fill things in and dotted some tempera around the borders for pizazz.
"Not bad," thought the Primary Singularity but still, with a sigh, realized that a Dilemma remained;
In order for there to be Anything, Anything had to be possible.
"What will My Creation make of this?" fretted The One to Itself, "What will they make of Me?"
The Alpaha And The Omega took a break to take a walk and think things through
and maybe stop off for ice cream.
On The Pasteboard Of Eternity, a colorful pastiche of Hot and Cold began to vibrate.
They buzzed into dimension and started to circle each other.
"That overdone red eyeliner look is soo last year," sniped the tall, cool Cold.
"And soo next year too, bitch," muttered Hot hotly.
They circled some more and then realized that there was something between them--
it was Warmth.
"I love your bag," said Cold.
"Your hair looks fantastic," said Hot.
They took a walk together and talked about the Future.They did a little window-shopping,
and stopped off for ice cream.
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