| Abstrakt: |
My fellow worms and Americans, It is I, your friend, the worm who ate part of Robert F. Kennedy Jr.'s brain, then died. It is with a heavy scolex (that's the knob-like attachment sometimes mistaken for my head) that I report that, after much prayerful consideration, we are leaving the race. My host, as is customary when faced with important decisions, released several falcons and studied their flight, then read the entrails from his roadkill fridge for confirmation; I made a small hecatomb to Worm God and reached the same conclusions. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER] |
