this is cockroach weather the season of decay I’m staying indoors – less cosmic radiation it’s the rays that wear you down in the end ultraviolent radioactivity desiccates the flesh and leaves the husk behind but my body is a temple secluded and derelict hidden in the shade
I
read somewhere that life came to this planet on comets I
wonder how it will leave they say
that when we have finally fucked this world up all that will be left are
cockroaches maybe that’s all we do that’s of any
significance we feed the fucking
cockroaches the true masters of planet earth
you
can’t kill them with pesticides or atom bombs there’s evolutionary excellence for you –
to eat shit and never die unless someone flips you on your back the
cockroach god is waiting for accidents like that I
saw this movie once where cockroaches learned to impersonate people it turned out to be true there are billions of cockroach
people who look like me and you
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