Monday, Mar. 22, 2004 - 8:05 p.m.

It was a cold day INDEED when he set out on his long, arduous journey through the dank and dark depths of deepest miserye. And when he reachéd the bottom of this most unpleasant state of a path of existence, he mourned!

Oh! Why hast thou forsaken me, protector of the elite? I should be the one that casts them out into the abyss of darkness! I'm better, and you know it, don't you? Oh you do, I know you do, you know everything!

The rain poured thick and fast, like the tears he felt inside his heart. So crumbly and unpleasant was his self!

But the end which he hoped he might find down the dark and danksome road was not an end at all. It took him, woefully, sadly, to a place far worse than he could've imagined. To a place he couldn't crawl back out of.

He'd known he should have turned back, but he didn't care. Not then.

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It reads like something, but actually it's me using words to convey ZERO meaning. I think. Add your own meanings, it's ART!

...heh.