[ WP ] Pick your favorite song and write a story about it .

Headache. The metal fumes were n't helping, nor his racing, pounding heart. `` Let's see- how does it go?'Black, then white, are all I see, in my infancy...'' A pinch of magnesium salt, adding body to the soul. `` Perfect!'' The dirty, boiling concoction calms to a simmer, turning ghostly pale. ``'Red and yellow then came to be...''' 
 
 A few more chemicals added, a quick freeze, and the Plumbum I started on this morning shines bright as polished gold. `` Everything's going great, but what do I do next? All these books are confounding! Over thinking, overanalyzing... There's no intuition! No wonder the magnum opus was never finished.
