A bit of nonsense written a while back to fill yet another blog's empty chasm
We are insects. Repulsive to the senses. We itch and irritate and make small children scream.
I have NO WINGS. I am a leaking centipede. Sucked to the ground with a hundred feet. But I know the niches and the crooks where I'm comfortable most. The places where those leeching hawks will never find me.
I have NO WINGS. I am a leaking centipede. Sucked to the ground with a hundred feet. But I know the niches and the crooks where I'm comfortable most. The places where those leeching hawks will never find me.
posted by Michael Barbella at 5:17 PM
3 Comments:
I'm assuming this is Michael, and if it is, you're a nut! :-)
Mike, you mention in one of your comments regarding movies a certain respect for death. What compels you to respect death as opposed to other things?
You sound like a person who enjoys discussing points of view, and whaddya know, I do too! ;-)
P.S. thanks for finally stopping by my blog!
Why do you look forward to death so much? What do you hope to discover? Anything yo hope not to discover? :-)
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