Friday, September 17, 2004

five is catchy but `home alive' needs a little work

i HATE the mosquito.

i came home.
i sat at my desk.
i got bitten.
i checked my email.
i got bitten again.
i screamed at the creature.
i found another bite.
i saw him on my hand.
i got bitten and missed squashing him.
i kept my eyes open in search if him.
i saw him.
i swated.
i missed again.
i waited.
i spied him on my pinky a second time.
i got bitten.
i swatted.
i missed.
i swatted again.
he died.
it only happened in five minutes.
the end.

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