It was a dark and stormy night (1055)
It was a dark and stormy night. It was darker than a randomly appropriate metaphor for a stygian depth and twice as stormy as any measure you might care to hold. And it was on this night that a madness was born. Given no name but recognized wherever it roamed, this madness took the form of random emotions, and even more random references - but one thing was constant ... it had no home. It was a dark and stormy night. Matilda lifted up her head to reveal seven perfectly formed pimples. "I simply cannot go to the ball with these BALLOONS upon my face," screamed Matilda, as her cat screeched out the bathroom. The dark evening sky was angrily decrying it's various frustrations upon a sky of swift moisture and twisted electricity. "Besides, " pondered Matilda, as the lightning gently lit her harsh angles. "If Philip never sees me at the dance, perhaps he'll make the right decision tomorrow." A small twist of her skirt, and the bathro