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I used to catch them and throw them into the back garden, but now I just get the cat and he eats them.
I'm actually too restless to kill them, I'd rather put a glass over them instead. ... depends how big it is and weither its the ones with the long spindly legs and little bodies, or the fatter blacker ones with the proportionate legs.I don’t free spiders, because I’m too afraid of them to catch them in the first place. I just try to kill them. I’m not proud of it. I was bitten by the brown recluse spider, and have scars from that. It wasn’t pretty, the multi coloured volcano that erupted when the boil broke open, and the boil built up for weeks. I feel that spiders are sinister creatures. It’s not their fault they were born as spiders, and I know they are an essential part of the ecosystem, but I am just too afraid of them to catch and release them.
I don’t mind a few flies hanging around.I'm actually too restless to kill them, I'd rather put a glass over them instead. ... depends how big it is and weither its the ones with the long spindly legs and little bodies, or the fatter blacker ones with the proportionate legs.
I only like spiders because they catch flies and I do not like flies, I'd put them in Room 101. It depends where you live, you may have been bitten by something a little more harmful than a house spider - otherwise you wouldn't get a multicoloured blister. I actually like having a spider in my room because I feel like we have a unspoken agreement about fly control.
I thought that you rejected me
When you laid your face away
And I didn’t know you were you
I thought a man rejected me
And he just happened to dress like you
I want to go back in time
And grab you
In your fancy vegan shoes
And 70’s clothes
See more of those laser eyes of yours
I went by that bench many a time since you were there
Knowing you’ll never again be there
But it’s a fond memory
Seeing you there
Knowing you were there for me
Though I’d thought that man was just a tease
For only a second
Looking at me
With his red face
That I took to be sunburn
Though he was safely in the shade
Of the marketplace
Those black dress shoes
Were very noticeable
But I believed only coincidental
I look at my paintings of you with longing
But maybe you’ll come to me tomorrow
Will I still be human
I don’t know
You didn't recognize him because it wasn't him, idiot. Your desperation has transformed a memory of a homeless man into a vision of morrissey, that's all. End the bullshit.I’m longing for Morrissey and still can’t believe I didn’t recognize him while he was there, waiting for me, forever!
You’ve got an egg beater for a mouth.So you know it's not true and are wilfully deluding yourself and we're all supposed to understand this and to understand that you understand it and in this spirit allow you to carry on subjecting us to your pitiful display, that by not opposing we become complicit in, is that it?
Feels like we've had a bit of a breakthrough now that you're admitting that you're wilfully deluding yourself and dealing in lies in order to make your life somewhat bearable. Maybe next you'll be willing to admit that you willfully delude yourself about russell 'The Sex' brand getting your neighbors to torture you with microwave rays because it allows you to believe that someone could actually possibly find you that vexingly desirable.