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Post by Dave Besseling on May 13, 2008 4:12:11 GMT -5
Me and plum wine and Camel Light were out on the balcony tonight contemplating things like higher goals and purposes.
There was a brown moth bashing its pug insistently against the back-lit glass of the window.
It had four wings of beguiling symmetry and antennas of angled grace cocked back from its head in perfect balance with its arched legs and its weighted bulb. Its colourings were of intricate weave, both on the translucent wings and the body shaped by a master artisan of inherited long-term trial and error aerodynamics.
And the eyes! Presumably capable of that kaleidoscopic sight as seen in hippy music videos and the Wolfman DJ segment on the Frightening House of Funkenstein; evolution having bestowed gifts of admirable aesthetics and grace over eons to get things just right on the lepidoptera presently bashing its face on glass it would never break.
Stupid moth.
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