Bird Food

Ah pests. The other night I was lying on a couch in a beautiful room peace and quiet tranquil and elated and the next thing I saw was a cockroach flying above me like the reincarnation of Kafka. I thought to myself my goodness, I could let this cockroach ruin my joy of the whole room, or I could run for my old flip-flop and kill it. I killed it, and then the whole room became itself again, peaceful, quiet, tranquil, elated. It is such a small thing, the negative thing. But it could so easily poison the entire picture.
If we let it.


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