Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Display Case

Deep down there is some eager an clawing the dirt, creating tunnels of atmospheric ends.
A colony is the only precaution told to work for; never saw the other side of the coin.
Complex is the word we seem to say, and its only funny because of what larger animals do- they look down on the ones on the ground.
Playtime consists of hunger, death by shoe, and perhaps even sun through glass; leaving one of us charred on the cement.

Stressed Out!

1 comment:

Lucita said...

This is really cool