One day, when the worries of the world did not apply, there was a girl. Beautiful in rights, the smile of the crowd, the light of the room. With a smile that only compared to raident light... She was happy, she was complete.

 

But that was before the worries of the world...

 

Now what you see before you stands the grotesque abomination of worldly matters, dressed in pastel, and bruised to harsh perfection. If she had one thing to say it would be to much... And to say you understand is a lie.

 

She laughs at you, and in that laugh you see what it is all about.

                                                      Humor In Misery.