Nobody loves me, everybody hates me.
Might as well go and eat worms.
Long ones, short ones, big fat juicy ones, see how they wriggle and squirm.
Bite their heads off, suck the juice and throw the skins away.
Nobody knows how I survive on a hundred worms a day.
He swims. He gnaws. He builds dams. He moves us with his intelligence and grace. He is the Wily Beaver. And he is here to INTUBATE us all.
Saturday, August 30, 2003
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