what is it about rain that makes worms go absolutely buck wild for pavement
worm: no longer can i suffer the constriction, both of flesh and soul, of living in the tunnels of underground, for i now long only to be free under the skies of the Saints. earth may have birthed me but the sun is my mother
me, holding a slurpee, plucking worms off the sidewalk and tossing them into the grass: go the fuck home brian









