I have really strong feelings for these insects. What is it they want? Do they want in my head? My eyes? My mouth, nose, ears? I sit. They flicker and frolic around my face and flick their feelers around my nostrils. Crawling behind my glasses, over my eyelashes. I swing, they dodge. I swing again. They are an unstoppable force of nature. I finally accept their presence, which is seemingly the only solution to their unrelenting swarming, yet nothing changes. Do they want to die in my nostril? Do they want to absorb the heat from my body? Do they want to drink the evaporating liquids from my body? Do they want to eat my flesh? Do I smell like food? Do I smell dead? Am I diseased? Am I rotting? Am I carrion? They do not bite me. They do nothing but pester me. Is it their job? Who hired them? God? The Devil? Chaos? Gaia? Does it matter? They are here to stay and might very well be here long after we are gone. I might as well just deal with it and quit bitching. Here goes... He's kinda cute, isn't he?
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