mushroomrambler

No so long ago, in a place not so different from this one, there lived a girl who cried. She cried and cried every minute of every day. She cried into teaspoons, she cried into saucers, she cried into bath tubs. They say she was swept out of her mother's womb in a flood of tears. Her tears surged out, gushing down her cheeks in rivulets. In time she cried so much that she created a river. Years flew by and the river became an ocean. People from the world over came to view this fascinating spectacle. The girl with no name. No identity but for her tears; the girl who never stopped crying. Spliiissshhhh...splooooosssshhhh...splaaassshhhhh! He