Yoko Solo

In a world of flowing, foaming holes that beckon one's heart into a place of extreme sorrow and regret... in a world in which darkness is light and the stink of decay hangs wet in the air... in a world of bubbling refuse and dancing ponies who just don't care about your bad ideas... one being rose and defied the beast with a power wrought from chaos, a love born of trash. That being was Yoko Solo. You better just get down on your knees and, weeping, thank him. You better.