2004-06-04
Castor and Pollux.
Cho. -- You, my dear boy, are the perfect Adonis. Flawless. Ideal. Faultless. But you, my dear boy, are just that: a boy. And therein lies your only fault. Not that it really matters to me; I can wait a year or two. But can you? Not wait, but change. Will you change? Will you develop completely into the absolutely perfect impression of male beauty, inside and out? This will be my only prayer to the gods -- that you become everything, not only to me, but to the world. Then, I know, all humanity will revere you, and you yourself will ascend to Perfection, with those who created you. You are already destined to be a god.
Chael. -- Good-looking lefties will rule the universe one day, and I will do my best to ensure your authority is instituted. Albeit, you are only 13, and life is nothing but girls (assuming you continue to deny your predestined position among the Rainbows) and "The Real World." You, like your not-much-older brother Cho, are also destined to rule, but only with limited supremacy. Regrettably, I must admit that you are not on the same level of wonder as your brother, but you have potential that cannot be denied. You will inherit everything your brother has not already influenced; hope that his reach will not be absolute.
tipsydrunk at 12:03 a.m.
