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!
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
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This is really cool
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