Pride

And then I saw them; the mind boggling, inner-space refueling, flat-out In-Your-Face booshkers, with that "eat my dust" grin starring back at my own horrified self, freaking out all of those who opposed their flesh eating laughs while they just stared people to death and enjoyed every ear-piercing heartbeat of their unsuspecting, everyday run-of-the-meal, normal, Pepe loving victims; then with their insightful, deranging, complex thoughts echoing out into the cold, dank, moon-lit night as they spoke of old action packed, swash buckling, blood filled escapades in which they instilled fear in the hearts of huge goal smashing, one eyed, nine foot, can crushing, giants that thought basketball was a way of life. Then they turned to the incinerating flames, where they burned the dreams of foes, and started cheering the gates of Archflambeoth and the unleashing of the marshmellow bunnies, when I remembered that I helped create and am a part of this band of Hug-Loving Freaks that tear life at the seams just to peek inside,      And I'm Proud.