There was the body and it lighted the gloom.

Today, 4th of July n e w f r e e d o m awaits us all during the festivities ahead. Sir Urience was sacrificed today and my emancipation from the shackles of matrimony is ensured finally.

But probably I felt gloom to fancy the eyes glaring upward as if watching the reflection of the pool of gore that quivered and danced through the air. The weapon broke also but it was set on the coals to burn away and smoulder into ashes. Once you throw a rug toward it there is not great harm done .

Where would one find the injury, injustice, the suffering, misery, cruelty and wrong that each life's day brings with it? It is just plainly necessary.

On another note, the tournament shalt I host for all the subjects and non-subjects that love to sport. The events are varied: the beasts, the contraptions, the riddles, the improvisation- timed-competition, the no-cry-against- all- odds event, the make-up competition ...

Only one worry I have and that is a terrorist attempt from Kila the damned sorceress. Her hatred of anything sporty hath reached monstruous paradigms.

In the last tournament she wanted to change the logo of the games from the current three green skulls to a one image of her in my pink elegant robes with the most handsome contestant. I told her choosing one contestant above the others is not my idea of equal-opportunity entertainer and employer and it was against our policy of fair games for all but she wouldn't listen.

She instead punished me by striping me out of my clothes and made me prance naked in the house the gay-blood boy.

And so as this world turns, last year I got to know the gay-blood boy and a vision of a long lasted mision was born.