Monday, July 21, 2008
Ant Farm
The ants go marching down singing soulless songs about being lost and being found as they build their empire of mud and spit the king of the dunghill sits atop the kingdom of shit under the omni-present eye of pyramids by and by telling fables of golden streets and mansions in the sky…
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