Well, directly outside my window is the sea. I love the sea. It's like a giant creature lying flat on the ground, constantly reaching out in different places, consuming the land in one place and excreting it in another. Like it's trying to get somewhere by eating it's way through the Earth.
I guess that would make the birds floating on it parasites then. I don't like to think of birds as parasites though because they're awesome and they can fly. I think even the seagulls get raised above the level of parasites in my mind, despite the fact that they make far too much noise and like to attack rubbish bins.
I wonder where that leaves the things that live inside the sea though; the fish and the whales? I guess they are the sea's organs, cleaning it, filtering out the waste. Then again, these organs spend a lot of time attacking each other, like some auto-immune disease. Does that mean the sea has AIDS?
I probably shouldn't continue with that trail of thought.
There is a huge group of sparrows flying around outside as well. There must be thousands of them, if not tens of thousands. It amazes me how they can all fly in one giant mass and not hit each other. It also amazes me how there aren't any predators around at all. The sparrows seem free to mess about all day without any fear of being eaten.
Some predatory creature has failed here. This is a constantly replenishing buffet in the sky. It'd be like going to a restaurant and them saying "It's all you can eat today, plus all you have to do is open your mouth and the food will fly right in." I could go out there right now, stand on the end of the pier with a small net and catch enough sparrows to make several delicious pies. Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad idea at all.





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Today we hate, what tomorrow we love.
"Virginity like bubble... one small prick... all gone!"
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~May my feelings always be hidden behind a painted smile, my life is a masquerade since you took your love away ~
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Where did you get it from?
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Today we hate, what tomorrow we love.
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