deggaRreggaD
From the tragedies, a brindled binding rose from the ashes. In it I, deggaRreggaD, found "Triumphant, Was Zuinasqua" a story I had been told as a child many, many times.
Frankly, I am sick of hearing it. Every night, I wake up with it ringing in my ears. It is the cross pollination of flies and mosquitos.