Dr. Wilcom has created, or rather distilled, the element of sorrow. He keeps it small vials of purple quartz and the substance itself looks quite vile. It's sort of a greenish brown with nearly electric glitter. One vial could send an entire town into a deep depression. The whereabouts of Dr. Wilcom are now unknown. If you see him please contact either the CIA, the Vatican, or Doc Happy of Sunnydale.
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STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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