The insect speaks, a creature of chitin and heat, spiraling through the sun’s hot glare. Your words are scattershot, a junkie's jive, ricocheting off the void. Warmth draws, but it’s the coldness of indifference that feeds the hive mind.
Reading posts like these is definitely not a good way to start a positive day. I am glad that I don't live in your head. Are you sure you don't belong on Facebook.
When you find out how to communicate with them, let us know what they said. Real curious to hear how they evaluated the need to survive with only 2 nerves, when with all the nerves that are the human body of existence we still can't find a sustainable way for all of us to survive as a species.
It's all about surviving the winter without freezing to death or being the victim of a predator. Maybe if you reincarnated as an insect, you might understand.
Why stop at insects, all forms off life across the slimy earth should strive to be cold and shivering, slightly damp and feeling like your gonna pass out any second now. Dishevelled
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