I am M!

Being born was probably the most important thing that ever happened to me. Unfortunately, due to my young age at the time, I have forgotten all about it. Whether it was at night or day, raining or sunny I have no recollection, which I find tragic in a way. But I can tell you it was not snowing. After all, I was born in July. But for drama’s sake let’s pretend I do remember what happened, or at least we can surmise the most plausible occurrences for that glorious day.
Obviously it was sunny out, with a temperature around 65 F. It also happened in a garden, an Eden of sorts, possibly in Ireland. It was a painless birth. My mother, who was a world acclaimed model in her youth gave birth to me in a field of roses. My father, quite the looker himself at the time, delivered me with ease and held me to the sun.
“Earth! Grand and glorious earth!” he exclaimed. “Observe your new master! Your new ruler of rulers! My child shall rock the heavens! Right all wrongs! She shall crush evil just like a squirrel crushes an acorn by chucking it to the ground from great heights! All shall tremble before her, her aura like that of a nuclear test ground! Observe earth, and beware!” I can only assume he knew exactly what he was talking about.

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Please comment. Tell me whatever it is I have to hear, even if it's not so nice. I will try to at least read/rate some of your things in return, and maybe even comment if I can find anything worth saying. WOORT!

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ART. I do it.

http://TheOhHolyNose.deviantart.com
http://www.fictionpress.com/~shlim
http://hyacinthprince.livejournal.com/
http://impeccably.m.sheezyart.com/
http://elftown.lysator.liu.se/_MMade%20Art
You know you want some.