Hello World. This is LostProf reporting in at 3 53 AM. Another a summer day/night gone....
Anywho. I just killed a mosquito. It was casually chillin in the dark with me right above my closet...I kept thinking it was a tiny smudge but lo and behold it was big ass insect, ready to suck my blood when I fell asleep. Well I wasnt having that shit. I immediatly got up, took a piss, journeyed to the kitchen and found the big ass can of RAID.
I was weirdly excited to take this creatures life away cus...i mean...the dudes a fucking pest. Its not like you get the chance everyday to fucking kill a pest. A fucking pest to soceity. And it planned on sucking on my blood!!!
The mosquito had no idea it was gonna die today...it probably was just thinking about the blood it was gonna suck. RED. mmmmmmm. I sprayed the sucker and it took a couple seconds for it to realize what was happening. It simply stood still...then finally dropped off the wall and landed on my carpet without a sound. I gave it one more spray to ensure its death.
I killed it. I took its life. A generation of mosquitos dating back to the beginings of the earth bred and multiplied until over time one mosquito ended up in my room. And I killed it in mere moments. There would be no parents/family to mourn the death of this insect....this dude might as well have not existed. That insect is unbeliavably insignificant in the grand scheme of things...
For those still reading...you're probably wondering where the fuck im going with this. Dude i dont know. Its just in light of the death of Michael Jackson..whos death affected the entire fucking world, ive begun to take something as mysterious as death and try and wrap my puny human brain around it....Whats really the difference between the death of...lets say..a plant?? a skin cell??? Michael Jackson?
Wow i'll stop. The moral of the story: Fuck mosquitos im not trying to get my fucking blood sucked. Now i can watch squidbillies in peace.