Lord of the Moths.
We breed em big here in Redhead. Big waves, big derro's and gigantic, car-eating moths.
It was just half naked me (wielding my Star Struck "99" shirt above my head like a medieval battle mace) against the army of powdery-winged beasts.
They had breached the fortress of my bedroom walls, well disguised, amoungst my clean washing from about 4 months ago.
Their ambush was precisely planned. The orders were: 'when damien goes for his warm fluffy winter socks, fly into his eyes'.
At first I guessed only 4, hovering around my room, terrorizing my plush toys with thier beady death eyes. But as i slay one beast, another would rise up to replace it. A steady stream of the bastards flowed from the washing baskit, finding the many dark crevices of my room in which to dwell.
It was kinda like the battle scenes in lord of the rings, only much worse.
They were wearing me down. My Star Stuck shirt looked more like the hideous choral festival shirts from the amount of red moth-powder dripping from it. But finally the last invader had been whiped and slashed out of my kindom into the domain of my brothers.
Now i turn my firery gaze to the eight legged freaks.
It was just half naked me (wielding my Star Struck "99" shirt above my head like a medieval battle mace) against the army of powdery-winged beasts.
They had breached the fortress of my bedroom walls, well disguised, amoungst my clean washing from about 4 months ago.
Their ambush was precisely planned. The orders were: 'when damien goes for his warm fluffy winter socks, fly into his eyes'.
At first I guessed only 4, hovering around my room, terrorizing my plush toys with thier beady death eyes. But as i slay one beast, another would rise up to replace it. A steady stream of the bastards flowed from the washing baskit, finding the many dark crevices of my room in which to dwell.
It was kinda like the battle scenes in lord of the rings, only much worse.
They were wearing me down. My Star Stuck shirt looked more like the hideous choral festival shirts from the amount of red moth-powder dripping from it. But finally the last invader had been whiped and slashed out of my kindom into the domain of my brothers.
Now i turn my firery gaze to the eight legged freaks.