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May 15, 2010 03:57

I found a little bug crawling around in my chest hair. I said, "YOU TICKLED ME AND THEN DREW MY ATTENTION AND NOW I'M FREAKED!" It was like, "Don't have a cow." "What the fuck?!" me screamed. "Shut up. I'm harmless."

"What the fuck, talking bug."

It proved itself harmless after a calm discussion wherein I learned it'd been on my body for long times. Undetected not because of its own devious pestishness, but because of my wild body hair.

I told the crawler that I'd help it find a new home before getting the electrolysis that I so obviously needed. The bug stopped me and got to talking about responsibility.

"I don't follow, bug."

"Sometimes your first responsibility is to yourself and other times, when others have more at stake, you leave the self behind in favor of them. You put them before you because if you don't, they'll be engulfed."

This bug was talking crazy shit. Or was it?

"You are harboring an entire species of disease pulverizing parasites. If you zap us for the sake of your vanity, MILLIONS-WILL-DIE."

So I took a shower, read New Moon for a while, and went to bed.
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