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The Bugs. God started the war on drugs, to make a weight so heavy even He couldn't lift it. The Bugs are spies, and they report what they see. Every word, every gesture, every curled lip and thrust hip. Every desire, every secret thought, they see it. They remember it. They write it down. Most of spying is boring to The Bugs, cynical after centuries. Ugly people fucking each other, people talking about things they don't understand, eating poorly, making the same mistakes, not apologising. But it's the moments, when they're high and quiet, when brain buzz stops, and breeze blows soft, that The Bugs enjoy the most. They write down those moments, "I think they look like happy, I think I see to smile. They say empty, they face nothing. They want and don't want. They all so quiet."Posted by Dan at May 31, 2011 2:38 PM
gold!Posted by john at June 1, 2011 4:27 AM