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12/13/10(Mon)06:21 No.13135082I've always found you little humans strange.
I mean, I wrought some of you out of clay, for the fun of it, and now you make me identify myself, you THREATEN me should I not have a paper to show who I am?
If not for the weaving of the Universes, I'd have never stood for it. As it is, I am forced to interact with you, and work construction to make ends meet, I, Kioskurber, Shaper of Man, must pull from the Earth iron bones for your buildings.
I still can't see what you like in them over mud-huts. Other than your caged lightning, for the television and refrigerator. I'll give you those. I do enjoy your videeoh games.
I mourn the loss of the good days, when I made you from clay, and taught you love. All I asked was a day when you remembered me, as I worked in the North universe. Now, it is I who must remember, and work, and I must do so so many days. |