Gold & Yellow

[rachiemachine]

Up, up, up, the pin-pointed pests climb my golden drapes like gilded landscapes. As I sit at my desk, as I lie in my bed, I see them on their journeys: little fleas, or some such insect of a similar nature, have flagged this territory strictly as their own. I surely am afraid to touch it. Where do they go? Always up, and never anywhere else! I fear

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[badseedmonster]

EW BUGZ