Wednesday, June 08, 2005
There are dangerous clumps of poisonous caterpillars winding their way up the walls of my home, winding their mindless way up my legs, with the intention of leaving bright green toxic goo behind that burns and singes. Their intention is total takeover, total consumption. I am lacking in forthrightness and gumption and cannot curb the profusion at this time. I am waiting for my mother to come rescue me for I haven't the time or the power. Please come mother.