cantdog
Waybac machine
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- Apr 24, 2004
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groups and swarms of insects
There is something about the motion, the compound miniscule insensate writhing across the surface of a tight-packed mass of small mindless creatures. The scintillant reflection of the carapaces, the myriad tiny legs, and the eerie dry creaky rustling, clicking, and squeaking of waxy hard bodies with no souls, no intentions, no conscience, merely an indiscriminate ravenous destructive power and a tendency to cluster together, hide anywhere. Turn up a rotting log! lift the clapboard in the sagging wall! Descend into the drains beneath the city which extend into every snug home, open the pine coffin!
Or wait, helpless, staked mercilessly still breathing, over the small pustule, the anthill, like the tip of the iceberg compared with the unknown interconnected breeding and feeding chambers, eggs, larvae, helplessly writhing food sources, and ramified tunnels beneath you. Wait, but not long, for the first light touches of the soft abdomens and hard pointed legs. Obscene violations felt along the hairs of arms and scalp, legs and softer places which have no jaws to lock shut or lids to close...
There is something about the motion, the compound miniscule insensate writhing across the surface of a tight-packed mass of small mindless creatures. The scintillant reflection of the carapaces, the myriad tiny legs, and the eerie dry creaky rustling, clicking, and squeaking of waxy hard bodies with no souls, no intentions, no conscience, merely an indiscriminate ravenous destructive power and a tendency to cluster together, hide anywhere. Turn up a rotting log! lift the clapboard in the sagging wall! Descend into the drains beneath the city which extend into every snug home, open the pine coffin!
Or wait, helpless, staked mercilessly still breathing, over the small pustule, the anthill, like the tip of the iceberg compared with the unknown interconnected breeding and feeding chambers, eggs, larvae, helplessly writhing food sources, and ramified tunnels beneath you. Wait, but not long, for the first light touches of the soft abdomens and hard pointed legs. Obscene violations felt along the hairs of arms and scalp, legs and softer places which have no jaws to lock shut or lids to close...