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every night i type on this computer with a different dying moth.
if you don't know much about dying moths i will give you an accurate description of their lives before death. they fly in desperate circles, very loudly, clunking and bumping into everything possible. (especially lights.)
as i sit and contimplate exactly how they got their wings to be so excruciatingly loud, and have to pull away my hand while i type every three seconds or so due to one crashing into my hand, (i also make an appropriate "AGHUNGG" sound each time this happens) i also think about how pointless it is to flutter around so aimlessly before death. couldn't they just stay in one place and lay down and fold their extremely loud wings for a while? perhaps place themselves on the lamp which they are so fond of and take a short nap?
then i remember i am doing
the same
exact
thing.
if you don't know much about dying moths i will give you an accurate description of their lives before death. they fly in desperate circles, very loudly, clunking and bumping into everything possible. (especially lights.)
as i sit and contimplate exactly how they got their wings to be so excruciatingly loud, and have to pull away my hand while i type every three seconds or so due to one crashing into my hand, (i also make an appropriate "AGHUNGG" sound each time this happens) i also think about how pointless it is to flutter around so aimlessly before death. couldn't they just stay in one place and lay down and fold their extremely loud wings for a while? perhaps place themselves on the lamp which they are so fond of and take a short nap?
then i remember i am doing
the same
exact
thing.