OH Great Zeus Do I EVER feel the stinging pain. Much like the Lover that we encountered years ago while camping. I remember the moment so vividly which seems to be painted into my mind by a master artist, or an epic novel written by our greatest author.
It was the blackest of nights save the wild licking fire that kept the cold creep of frost at bay. She, The Golden One as I have gone to label her, The Golden One had emerged out of the shadows and into the flickering light asking if we could help her build a fire, for she was frail and did not boast the rustic powers as a primitive man such as our selfs has possessed.
Over the next course of our camping trip she became the sort of love that steals your soul; The sort of love that took your breath away and stood over you as you gasped and choked for that bland taste of the eighth element of the periodic table,found in the second row. Then slowly smiles while you turn a magnificent hue of azure.
Yes, The Kingston ball is painful and lost to us like The Golden One, For she faded into the inky black swallows of the forest the next night, Never to be seen again and all we have of her is the memory of her soft milky skin that left a thirst upon our finger tips, a thirst that will never again be quenched.
Alas, I say, Alas, A love like this doesn't die easy. No it doesn't, I shall seek it out until the bones in my knees turn to sand. I shall seek it out until the fields of gold turn to stone. I shall seek it out with such redding vengeance...for it would seem that my heart no longer drums against my cracked sternum for the tic-toc of living life, It's now as a piston to my body to which is now an engine that drives me to find The Golden One, Or in this case the person(s) responsible for the taking of our heart. And responsible for not playing the game when asked. Oh No Sir! Do not, I implore, Do not mistake our thirst, our lust, our drive to solve this riddle for something as low as mis-placed rage or anger, NO! Only see it as the means to seek out justice! Only See it as the means for a resolve!!!
I here and now - Declare my self Agent Graves of the SHH forums the Hungry Hunter of the Kingston Ball, I will find the Kingston Ball and I will not sleep a sound nor breath a breath of relaxation until I have shed a light on you, you criminal for the light that I shine on this criminality lot will expose you to all of my brothers and sisters here on the SHH forums, you will be exposed for the coward that you are, exposed for your injustice and crimes against us - Consider me the Avenger of the Kingston Ball, I will avenge my breathrin who spent the day waiting for that ball in rain only to be thwarted by you crook.
I WILL NOT REST - FEAST - Until you are brought out into the light and exposed.
AGENT GRAVES - HUNGRY HUNTER OF THE KINGSTON BALL!!!!!!
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