I'd love to
write a working adult golem princess
piece, the first
dwarfish golem princess ever as I
am short and
have a silicone brain that must not
overheat and I
was issued with a chem in my head
which means I’m
programmed like a golem to
work unto my
death
BUT
I have a chem in my heart that makes me
dream
of a better place in which I can be a real
princess
– presently I’m fighting a dragon of a
document
- bureaucratic waffling about money
made
by means of endless Committees which
means
the funds are taken by members in the
game
and farmers will get nothing and when
this
plot is discovered a quick rebellion will
bury
the evidence and then the whole Spiel
can
begin again – isn’t it luverly?
The
working adult golem princess signs a
Confidentiality
thing every now and again
where
they ask about everything – family,
friends,
house, car, dreams, star sign and
shoe
size – so they can monitor us as we
writhe
in boredom or gag in saccharine
meant
to win donors for feasts which
are
camouflaged as farmers struggling
to
survive – olé!
27 March 2013
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