The army marched on, one by one.
All into the battlefields of my bedroom. The leader even looked like he was holding up a baton, I could swear there was a high pitch hum in the key of G. My eyes were still crusted shut when I felt something crawling up my leg. It was the army, trying to deport me. After rubbing my eyes and giving my body a thorough inspection, I came to realize I was being attacked by ants. The raid wasn't good enough... had to buy better stuff. JR marched on for the secret weapon, as I stayed behind to guard our stuff. Alas, most was poisoned in this particular war, which means a lot of gutting and cleaning for me. It seems like a good punishment for letting them get behind enimy lines. I am satisfied watching them all die. This is the beginnings of summer.
Happy Fathers Day.
xoxo qui
9:45 a.m. - 2003-06-15
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