Journey of Tiers: 1 Stymied

As both of you readers know, I has a raisin of etre, so besides my Security job, which involved the endless checking of sunscreen on female visitors at the Nude Beach, my raisin, it’s a reason to get up mornin’s and do the of etre part. Iffn you wanted to fit this into a nutshell, I believe that equality starts with education and education should start with young people and young people need to write the learnings down now and then and they need pencils.
Only part of pencils grow on trees, there’s the inside bit, which had traditionally been called the lead, and it’s actually the graphite. Well of course I spent years workin’ the alchemy to convert gold into lead, cuz of the molecular thingy. I wuz gettin’ some pretty good lead, sometimes, when the explosion didn’t happen or exploded just right. But it was still lead, and there ain’t now and ain’t never gonna be no alchemically formulation what turns the lead into graphite, cuz of the molecular thingy. So’s I had to learn the magick.

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I joined up ter Madame Burrury’s Finest School For Wizzards and Magikal Creatures School of Magik so’s I could learn how to do the magicking of lead into graphite; equality doesn’t grow on trees neither. The thing of it is, Madame Burrury had her schoolin’ happenin’ on one of them swank private estates on a world what happened to leave the multiverse.
My Landlord, some would call him a tightwad, not me, ‘cept inside voice like, he must of had some speakin’ to by Miss Mari, his wife and gentler side. He rebuilt Madame Burrury’s school on Mudflats (should be called The Mudflats but Mr. Tightwad says, “nope not in the rent”, but still coulda) continuum.outworldz.net:8002:Mudflats and I still need the magicking learning, so I have to find Madame B or I’ll be stuck here with lead blown all over my cave into the shape of my furniture and a few pieces what look like my bum-shape when I didn’t hide fast enough.

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I have to find her to get graphite in order to get equality and lead pencils is my vector. Raisins ain’t allays easy, but you hope they matter.
Madame B, here’s I’ma comin’ fer you...to be continued.