A Peggar's clue is the short rambling thoughts of the Peggar as it reaches through time to drop easter eggs of information about it's self so that it might learn about itself in some indeterminate moment in time yet to come. This article is clue #2 in the Evernaught story.
The tale of the Peggar goes back and forward very far. the least to be said is that the story of the Peggar is nare the oldest story that can be told. Yet is is the oldest story that can be remembered. Perhaps the Peggar's tale is that story which can be told, and perhaps or by sheer mischance be told even somewhat well:
A river runs. flat over both Eve and Adam. Adam spoke and behest that Eve............. but listen;
Nare listen aught was aften spat as long legged is the crown of whickering cats
behest you now to soothe and sit for to gander aught is again all within that which gives."
Perhaps Eve then listen as be spunk amongst peers fun with treasures sunk. A fore quite unmentions, what heralds yonder acquisition?"
Adam besputtered and did all but muttered:
"Amok as a fore and aft is mentioned. For the craze is on with every slight mention of movement amongst the trees within the quaint apple orchards of our minds, where there in moonlit splnder we dance a vision of pleasurable decision..”
A bespeaking is beheld from Another:
“Circling into the spiral the dance begins.”
Bees churne about his head.........The token is broken and the old miner looks gloomily at the fortune telling machine before him. He then looks down to the daily news paper forgotten under his arm while he had be enspelled by the fortune tellar's words. The date upon the smudgey and crinkled paper reads
1976. it is March and the spring is fully on in southern California and the sun beaming in distracts the man for a moment. The man thinks for a single minute and wonders what is going on and what does it mean to stand hear and not have anyone better to get advice from than this old clunkcer of a fortune tellar and its droning mechanical voice. The sun got into his eye and for a single moment everything seemed to make some sort of sense and peace sparked within the man's inner most being. Another voice echoed the words of the Peggar and its fortune telling monotony. the voice of Another.
The tale of the Peggar goes back and forward very far. the least to be said is that the story of the Peggar is nare the oldest story that can be told. Yet is is the oldest story that can be remembered. Perhaps the Peggar's tale is that story which can be told, and perhaps or by sheer mischance be told even somewhat well:
A river runs. flat over both Eve and Adam. Adam spoke and behest that Eve............. but listen;
Nare listen aught was aften spat as long legged is the crown of whickering cats
behest you now to soothe and sit for to gander aught is again all within that which gives."
Perhaps Eve then listen as be spunk amongst peers fun with treasures sunk. A fore quite unmentions, what heralds yonder acquisition?"
Adam besputtered and did all but muttered:
"Amok as a fore and aft is mentioned. For the craze is on with every slight mention of movement amongst the trees within the quaint apple orchards of our minds, where there in moonlit splnder we dance a vision of pleasurable decision..”
A bespeaking is beheld from Another:
“Circling into the spiral the dance begins.”
Bees churne about his head.........The token is broken and the old miner looks gloomily at the fortune telling machine before him. He then looks down to the daily news paper forgotten under his arm while he had be enspelled by the fortune tellar's words. The date upon the smudgey and crinkled paper reads
1976. it is March and the spring is fully on in southern California and the sun beaming in distracts the man for a moment. The man thinks for a single minute and wonders what is going on and what does it mean to stand hear and not have anyone better to get advice from than this old clunkcer of a fortune tellar and its droning mechanical voice.
The tale of the Peggar goes back and forward very far. the least to be said is that the story of the Peggar is nare the oldest story that can be told. Yet is is the oldest story that can be remembered. Perhaps the Peggar's tale is that story which can be told, and perhaps or by sheer mischance be told even somewhat well:
A river runs. flat over both Eve and Adam. Adam spoke and behest that Eve............. but listen;
Nare listen aught was aften spat as long legged is the crown of whickering cats
behest you now to soothe and sit for to gander aught is again all within that which gives."
Perhaps Eve then listen as be spunk amongst peers fun with treasures sunk. A fore quite unmentions, what heralds yonder acquisition?"
Adam besputtered and did all but muttered:
"Amok as a fore and aft is mentioned. For the craze is on with every slight mention of movement amongst the trees within the quaint apple orchards of our minds, where there in moonlit splnder we dance a vision of pleasurable decision..”
A bespeaking is beheld from Another:
“Circling into the spiral the dance begins.”
