"a couple of moments ago, a wasp came into my room, and she flew around me like she wants something from me... since its summer, and days are hot and wasps can be nasty when its hot, i left her alone to wander in my room, and she landed on my speaker while some psychedelic guitar was playing from it, and on that speaker, right in the middle of it was a hole, a reminder of my destructive days when i loved everything ive own poke with screwdriver, and wasp entered in that hole and i realized that almost every bug can enter my speaker and start its colony there, so i started with wonder and curiosity to observe my consciousness, kicked by this experience, drifting in front of my persona and we both came to same question: how many holes do i keep open so that bugs can creep in and start to feed on me, and came to conclusion that, obviously, i accepted those wholes, and didnt ask my self: why do i have those holes, instead, i wondered how much are those in me, not to seal them, just to prepare myself for, some new maybe, or to let go of old ones... and my big question is, why and how did i get in this position to hurth my self just to keep some nice, sparkly, tiny, hairy bug colonies inside my shell?"
Posted on: Sun, 07 Jul 2013 16:37:31 +0000
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