posted on Apr, 5 2014 @ 05:35 AM
reply to post by Aleister
*funBox steps out of the portal. The Potala stretches out in front of him, he watches a monk climbing up the steps , his orange robes billowing in the
cool mountain breeze.
Walking over to the line of preywheels , he takes a sip of tsampa, and spins the first wheel..
a sound rings out...
bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbBBBB.
he spins another....
bbbbaaaaaaaa
and grins... ruining down the line of wheels he spins them, monks turn in disapproval to watch as in the mountains , the harmonic frequency
reverberate in unison
BBBBbbb AAAAAaaa NNNnnnnnn EEEEEEEEeeeeee DDDDDDdddddddddd
funBox sits back and enjoys the view, and spills a small amount of tsampa down himself*
funBox
edit on 5-4-2014 by funbox because: orange wolves