It’s only a dream; the axe hangs above us all. We must stand as one. Phyllocarida, Hoplocarida, Eumalacostraca… We moult our exoskeletons, and skitter across poseidon’s great seabed, wet and dry. We are together.
I wanna walk up the side of the mountain
I wanna walk down the other side of the mountain
I wanna swim in the river and lie in the sun
I wanna try to be nice to everyone