Friday, 16 July 2010

I have a spider trapped under a cup, poor thing's all out of luck. Yet I think its me who will suffer the most, when the animal court rules and is host. Then this morning things have got worse, I added deeply to natures curse. Whilst I showered at 3 a.m I trapped a moth in a watery pen. I had some hope as his wings fluttered, fly fly to him I uttered. Alas I fear his chance has passed, and yes murder this could be classed. That poor moth was gone in a swirl, oh I'm such a very naughty girl!
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  1. NoMoreFaith17 July 2010 at 09:28

    Nooooo,

    Don't be sad, Moths are the skeletal ghosts of Butterflys killed before their time.

    Flapping, Infesting, Infecting Clothes, Screaming towards the light that beckoned an afterlife.

    Trapped forever in this world with nothing but a fiery doom to look forward to.

    In short, probably did it a favour

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