The Combed Thunderclap

Friday, June 01, 2007

A strangely addictive game that kills the time.

thundercomb: Never one to shy away from the starry expanse he cradled the tomato like a child, remembering its growth in the field through the long winter. He held his hand aloft, watching the humanoid inhabitant of a distant galaxy walk through the waving hands of grass. Would he accept his invitation?

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