Never Die

Sep 06, 2010 12:24

The town itself was much like any other on this side of the marshy plains - delightfully humid, marvelously rancid - but it differed from the last few burgs we scuttled through in at least one way: the grizzled old bug in the middle of the town square, planted atop a chunk of rock, shouting almost incoherently at anyone who would let their antennae ( Read more... )

end of the world, religion, music, 2010, insects

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draggonlaady September 7 2010, 18:06:58 UTC
Love it :)

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