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a bird is a thing with wings
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there is little organic matter in my trashbin and i throw it out every other day
there are a few stuck grains of rice that i need to scrub off of my drain trap in my kitchen sink
i scoop the litterbox every night
i've got my own microcosm of the Book of Exodus going on in my apartment
dozens of them, no matter how many i kill
i don't know where they are coming from or what attracted them
some lingering hellishness that still clings to me, perhaps?
the incessant buzzing and the sight of their shadows on my window is making me feel vaguely paranoid and revulsed.
it is, however, rather amusing to watch Tonya chase them about, so there is, however trivial, an upside
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beelzebird
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i'm the lord of the flies
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simon
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"maybe it's only us"
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sdfgsdfgsdfg
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that would suck
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A SONGALONGADONGABONGA TO ALLABALLABALLABALL THOSEDFIBIGUYAKANANANANA GAAGGAGA IF YOU WANT PUUMISH U WANT U KOMOONINGIGI U ASSASSSUUUU JINGAHANGIDI AMANIMONOLOMITH HAMMAMADAMAKARAMITH TUYUMUDUMULUMUNUTH DIMINIMINIMITH!
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birdmad
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a year later the flies are back again, but thankfully no more onomatopoeic fucksticks.
it's the goddamned amityville horror around my skylight
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hey bird,
i have the same hibernating problem.
the winter in Canada is relatively free from the insect pests, but lately I've been squishing the little fuckers like crazy. I beleive they nest in the walls and find the smallest of cracks to emerge from.
oh well, live and let smash.
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the archaeologist
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When I was a young boy in a different life, I lived by a garbage dump
landfill.
And every day before noon,
I would waken to the putrefying smells
and buzzing flies above my head.
Their scores would dim the tropical
sunlight before they settled
on the red tiles of floor that was my
home,
before I flattened them with my yellow
fly swat,
leaving tiny bits of blood to
be lost.
This plague was my life.
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