User blog:Nick the Endoskeleton/Rainbow is Love, Rainbow is Life

I was only 9 years old. I loved Rainbow so much. I had all her drawings. Every night I would pray to Rainbow before bed, thanking her for the drawings I had been given. My dad hears me and calls me a stupid Rainbowist. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Rainbow. I call him a stupid anti-Rainbowist. He slaps me. I'm laying in bed, crying. My face hurts. I feel a warmth touch me...

It's Rainbow.

She whispers in my ear, "These are my drawings." She grabs me with her powerful artist hands and sits me in my desk chair. I'm ready. She uses up all my paper for drawings. It hurts so much but I do it for Rainbow. My dad walks in. Rainbow looks him straight in the eye and says, "It's all drawings now." Rainbow leaves through my window with my paper.

Rainbow is love, Rainbow is life.