Worms depend on the survival of the human race on the general level, and their demise on the individual level: we’re their favorite food.
Out–out are the lights–out all!And, over each quivering form,The curtain, a funeral pall,Comes down with the rush of a storm,And the angels, all pallid and wan,Uprising, unveiling, affirmThat the play is the tragedy “Man,”And its hero the Conqueror Worm.– E.A.P.
carmantr almost 14 years ago
Tony Cochran must be fun to be around. Anyway I assure you there are no worms squirming where agnus and I are.
rshive almost 14 years ago
If you’re a worm, I guess you do what you can.
ChukLitl Premium Member almost 14 years ago
A squirmathon to preserve the human race could be fun.
fritzoid Premium Member almost 14 years ago
Worms depend on the survival of the human race on the general level, and their demise on the individual level: we’re their favorite food.
Out–out are the lights–out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, And the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy “Man,” And its hero the Conqueror Worm. – E.A.P.