28 May 2012
Blast! I came in here for a thing or a deed, Me and my mind, we had agreed, This was the place, But it's gone without trace!
Those blasted Event Erasers there, I never think to prepare! All I need is something small, Was it my shawl, or a ball?
Blast! A return journey I must take, To make this idea re-awake, Oh what evil they have in store, These troublesome forget-me-doors.
Event Erasers • Opuss № I