Sunday, March 20

[Tickle my nausea]
This is for the giant roach that tried to scurry away when I turned on the bathroom light. He fought me valiantly but ultimately I smothered and smashed him out of existence beneath the cheerful yellow bathmat, while Gonzo looked on in abject horror.

By Pearl Jam

I got bugs
I got bugs in my room
bugs in my bed
bugs in my ears
their eggs in my head
bugs in my pockets
bugs in my shoes
bugs in the way I feel about you
bugs on my window
trying to get in
they don't go nowhere
waiting, waiting ...
bugs on my ceiling
crowded the floor
standing, sitting, kneeling ...
a few block the door
and now the questions:
do I kill them?
become their friend?
do I eat them?
raw or well done?
do I trick them?
I don't think they're dumb
do I join them?
looks like that's the one
I got bugs on my skin
tickle my nausea
I let it happen again
they're always takin' over
I see they surround me, I see...
see them deciding my fate
oh, that which was once ... was once up to me ...
now it's too late
I got bugs in my room ... one on one
that's when I had a chance
I'll just stop now
I'll become naked
and with them ... I'll become one


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