Oct 29, 2008 16:43
I see this sword in front of me and pick it up, realizing I must be the chosen one.
But it is too heavy, so I realize I need to slide my finger across it and give it blood.
Suddenly there's this man in front of the sword who falls on top of me, screaming "I'm alive!" And I point my sword to the heavens!
Then he gets up and tells me he has to go to the bathroom, he'll be right back.
Good morning!