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i was listening to Janis and pondering moths to flames and the bugs on your porch when i happened upon a possible explanation for why things are so fucking fucked up.
everyone knows bugs end up stuck on your lightbulb (or exploding into tiny moth meteors in the case of candles) because of something with their navigational system and the moon and whatnot. it's always explained so poorly you end up with people asking why they don't try to fly into space to bump their fuzzy little faces on the moon for eternity and other such shit. i've heard people asking these things, i'm not making it up.
anyway, i started thinking about what that's like from the bug's perspective. presumably, for such a major malfunction to so perpetually fuck them over, it must be pretty hardwired. i started thinking about people and their relationship with pain. i pictured a big fat moth sitting 6 inches from the porch light on the stucco for eight hours straight. i tried to imagine what the little guy would be experiencing.
involuntarily, i made a jump to karma, and the negative and positive energies that accumulate in spaces, and the possibility of a universal (un)consciousness which would make that moth's mind a little part of my mind on some level. i tried to estimate the ratio of bugs to humans.
do it yourself, it's fun. helps if you're really tired and/or drugged in some fashion.
do you think bugs are beaming bad vibes at us for leaving our lights on all night? have i just been awake too long? get back to me on this.
going to sleep for real this time.
everyone knows bugs end up stuck on your lightbulb (or exploding into tiny moth meteors in the case of candles) because of something with their navigational system and the moon and whatnot. it's always explained so poorly you end up with people asking why they don't try to fly into space to bump their fuzzy little faces on the moon for eternity and other such shit. i've heard people asking these things, i'm not making it up.
anyway, i started thinking about what that's like from the bug's perspective. presumably, for such a major malfunction to so perpetually fuck them over, it must be pretty hardwired. i started thinking about people and their relationship with pain. i pictured a big fat moth sitting 6 inches from the porch light on the stucco for eight hours straight. i tried to imagine what the little guy would be experiencing.
involuntarily, i made a jump to karma, and the negative and positive energies that accumulate in spaces, and the possibility of a universal (un)consciousness which would make that moth's mind a little part of my mind on some level. i tried to estimate the ratio of bugs to humans.
do it yourself, it's fun. helps if you're really tired and/or drugged in some fashion.
do you think bugs are beaming bad vibes at us for leaving our lights on all night? have i just been awake too long? get back to me on this.
going to sleep for real this time.
posted by the autophobe at 11:16 PM
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