Day 163: Again, Why Is It So?
Are the lines blurring? Do people truely not see the filth they stick in their gapping mouths of germ infested doom? Sticks of so called plastic cheese, is an abomination to the kind hearted turtles that drift in the breeze. Do not touch the tank or fear it unscathed. I see it now...Cheese, it is the Devils pathway.
It Sat There; Dust Flew Past.
It Sat There; Dust Flew Past.
posted by A Twig-Like Hermit at 1:01 pm
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