This just in! Visual hallucinations kicked in for a while. Finally this shit is getting entertaining. 'Though I saw moving pebbles. Pebbles on my nice clean floor?!
No it was bugs...what?!!!
I has a Treaty with the little fuckers. They stay inside the walls, and floor or even have the run of the place when I'm out...generous on my part.
However I sees the fucks running around scouting nesting spots when I'm home they're dead. 'But they turned back into pebbles. ??? Why can't I have delusions I like. Angels or faeries floating about.
'Be back later.
2 comments:
I guess if you want see fairies you probably need to put up some pictures of them. As for bugs, I've found boric acid to be quite effective. Apparently it really fucks with their little exoskeletons. Geckos are good too, I gather, but probably not so practical in NYC.
Z
Oddly I've had few problems with bugs...that treaty is holding up pretty good. I say that because in the eight years I've called these my digs. I've see the dreaded NYC immortal water bug just as many time. About once or twice a year...btw they can fly.
...a tropical import. I wish these they 'would' deport.
I had ants once which was my fault. I brought them back in with me when I was selling my stuff on the street.
Yeah as you recall I had to do that.
Traumatic secrets of the formerly middle class. Btw I've read that many apparently regular folks have had to do that, and go to food banks. Our country is a stage prop of normalcy. In fact more than half live in actual poverty now the rest are edging there.
We did have a revolution about it,...the masses being ill-educated overtly or covertly bigoted, and generally stupid...but with hearts of tin elected Trump. This to bring back 1950's prosperity, and kick out all the brown people.
Btw I just had a nice thing happen.
I opens my door, and the local food bank...the one I used to donate money to when I was middle class. Well word must have got to them I was fucked over poor, and sick now. So they put a big box of food, and house-hold supplies outside my door with a sweet card.
"It's a circle. You gave from the heart. Now you get from the heart".
Almost makes me believe in the goodness thing again.
That was just so sweet.
...when I'm well enough I'll go over to personally thank them.
I just noticed that I'm going on.
I used to save this sort of thing for my shrink back when I had one.
Anyway you take too old comrade.
If I should die I'll text you.
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