worm person

 

You're a little worm boy aren't you? Little small tiny small worm made of more small little gross worms. Yeah I bet you are. Not this man. I mean you. All of you. Especially Jackson. He's a worm and so are you. How does it feel to be one of thousands of millions of dirt spaghetti? I bet it's just a living paradise, wriggling your way through my backyard and into poor Ms. Johnson's lawn mower. You like dirt, huh? What are you? A worm? Yeah. I can tell. Imagine worms. Now imagine being one. Now imagine being many. That's what you are. Jon was right about everything. His coworkers called him crazy when he got all paranoid and started spying on them, but he knew they were worm people too. If only we listened when Mason from accounting went to get us all Wendy's and came back with a five dollar foot long sub sandwich that was really just worms. Everything was and is going to be worms and dangit Stacy, if I hear you complain about it one more time, you'll have to find someone else to listen to your darn poetry. I bet she's a worm too. She likes dirt, but I also think dirt is pretty cool. I'm not a worm, however. I'm a fan of jazz so you know you can trust me. Since when was a trumpet a worm instrument? Never, I'll tell you that. Not until 1984 where George Orwell wrote about the benefits of worm culture and communism. Not the benefits of communism, just communism. But that's besides the point. What I'm getting at here is that we are all worms on the inside and we should celebrate our transformation as a society. For worms are the dominant species that will run this Earth and spread to the worlds beyond.

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