missoula, where are you?

i am producing mothra eggs left and right. because i am like that. they will hatch soon. and fly.

eclosion.

will you not come to the christening, missoula?

you make me sad.

a sad man.

you are in my vocabulary.

i steal so much from you already.

i will look at the red maples and the bees.

the pubic antennae fuzzy.

you know how maples are.

they're so gay.