Little Wolfgang knew an angel once, fine as Wellington on a tongue. When all was sung and dubbed, he went to find the OG in the primordial. Stale off the endless, he went sea side, “see you inside” to the haters, chasers . Left his blonde glow by the beach to bleach the foes.  Let ’em digest the light, darken their appreciation of art . He ‘bout to scrap off another layer of sauce. Source of the puzzle unsolved, evolving, fourth layer of the wellington . 1815 prime, how does little Wolfgang defeat a Wellington when he’s a Napoleon?This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.