:The Untouchable Alien:Nate Pritts
My friends & I, we have only one real enemy. But we often wrestle with ourselves over big questions & abstract concepts. Red vibrates when he realizes that people don't really like him. My earnest friend in green only displays his angry side when faced with a head bigger than his. Blue folds himself into a ball when he thinks the universe is holding goodies meant for him behind its inky & star-filled back. I picture a large stone beast lumbering towards me, heart thumping just out of reach.
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