Phineas
H. Clockword was most probably born.
He
claims to be an intergalactic entity; omnipresented, in constant
disarray, unnecessarily passionate for spinning tops, odorless and
not unfriendly to the environment.
Most
often seen carrying a beard and a spectacles' cleaning cloth, he
travels around what he calls The Gallery of All, in search for a
thing vaguely named The Thing. He hopes it will provide an unexpected
realization and greatly reduce bathroom times.
He writes stories and has taken over the world twice.
The
H. in his name, probably doesn't stand for anything.
Here
are some things he might have said:
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