academic tundra-scape

Jun 09, 2005 02:00

It's two in the morning. The competition is fierce. The canadian marmets are gathering, stalking, waiting to make their move. The cold is killing.
The chill awakens the savage beast!
I have not done what I have set out to do.
The insects swarm and devour. All fades to black.
The lord of the flies has taken me to task.
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