Tosa

I've licensed the rights to your heard and shall renew them henceforth until the day my light disappears across the horizon. In the concourse of your life you have failed to sustain the ideals of suburbia and instead I fall at your feet like a God. Assist me to the pool of your divinity that I might bathe myself in the sweet taste of your ambrosia.

Victoria M Whitby
7/11/04