Friday, July 15, 2005
What Else Looks Like A Yeast Infection
ss will come of a sudden. A scout darts across your toes and you feel a prick That Is Not Quite a bite, pero a taste, a crawling thorny Dismembered bud from a long tongue. It dashes off to make STI Quickly report with fierce gestures and nervous. As a result, Many More Are DISPATCHED for further probings. Whispered Rumours That There Are your briny muck is delicious; They ache for it. Volunteers slobbering burst out of the den in a confusion of legs and antennae. In a wave of paranoia, you make believe That the Slightest Movement on your bare skin, an itch, a draft That whips the hairs on your arms, is in actuality the stealthiest of Their agents. It isn't your average invasion. They Are not milling around an unfinished plate of food, a chicken bone forsaken behind the bed, a pizza box, discarded Popsicle stickiness, or any such regular beacon. You don't uncover a dark mass swirling around some monument to your carelessness. No. The house is pristine all around, every corner! so they're forced to become more and more indiscreet. Desperation and recklessness dominate their simple change of strategy. They realize that you alone purvey the waste and impurities they seek. Invisible millions in dark recesses rub their hairy mandibles, awaiting your grimiest secretions. Famine drives them to the most foul like humans to cannibalism. Mucus, saliva, semen, blood, juices diseased and menstrual, on tissues, cloths, forsaken by whom? Most toiletries don't inspire any second thoughts. There's a tampon in the trash that will launch a thousand ants. There's snot in a rag that bubbles with ejected nutrients. Uniform march towards a new target crowds crave They Almost hypnotically. You stamp your foot with wild They scatter and Authority in a Way That Makes Them impossible to kill. Kaleidoscopic visions spin. The telepathic manifestation of Their frenzy nauseating scattered cloud. Throttled Drones Are Demanding to action by a feminine brain. With a Disturbing patience, They re-assemble a segmented line, with no semblance of fear. Like zombies, all Who Have Ever Lived Will Have Risen, Are Their Vast numbers and unceasing.
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