Vorochta 5

Where Dreams Are Dreamt.

Plato's Apology

Posted By yumado on May 15, 2009

I walked down the street and I tripped.

Or I should say, I was tripped.

Tripped by an old man in long white garments.

I turned to him and said, “hey, old man, why do you trip me?”

He laughed at me ever so creepily.

“A thousand pardons, dear boy,” he replied.

I went on my way and I felt something hit the back of my head.

It was an egg. Thrown by the very one who had tripped me.

“Why do you torment me so? Old fool,” I said.

“My Apologies, dear boy” he replied.

I walked away and I heard him say, “Rebel Scum.”

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