Insignificant Aide (Ia, curses unto her and her wretched lot) has given up all worldly desires for the day. "Take all you wish, if it makes you happy." False accusations slide off her back, like Grey rain on a dark crow. She knows the hour will come when all will be leveled.
For now, all she wants is to lift herself out of this claustrophobic crevice into which the retarded M (Also known as Dr. T, a million praises be unto him) pushed her. And little does she care that he fell in himself.
The beautiful one calls from beyond the land of darkness. Her wispy voice, ethereal, lithe, glides down the darkness, bringing hope to Ia. The beautiful one is come. She brings light, hope and a chance of rescue. Ia is saved.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
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