Golem

        Once upon a long, long time ago in a hidden land that was really not
real (really, it didn't have a breathable atmosphere). There was a mad pro-
phet named me, who liked to write stories and poems about himself to be
collected at a later date and placed in a religious tome all about God. 
Anyway, when he wasn't at school, I was at work or sleeping, but usually at
work or school or sleeping. So for a science project, which was not popularly
recieved by his other "beings" in my imagination, I created a golem that
lived off of ice cream I got from me at Dairy Queen and liquid LSD. That was
one happy golem and one distressed me. Trapped in a cage by myself (my I can
crowd myself in a solitary environment) I was free to create a golem. But...
that was a long time once upon a happy era.