There were several little flies who buzzed around the heap and discerned nothing from the smell.
They could not differentiate between it and the fresh cut grass that surrounded but they were sure it was right.
For you see the aroma inherit to the senses of the fly are different than traditional.
They sense a smell and are accustomed to swarming not caring if a scent is good or if its bad but it does not matter either way in reality.
For there is a certain beauty in the natural breaking down of what they can get and it is not so bad as to wonder as to how this sort of relationship to the problem and the buzzing can solve the ecosystems woes.
Do not disapparge the fly for the disgusting beauty it perpatrates because even the fly has a duty to uphold in the face of man made catastrophe.
In the end it will not think, for after all it cannot because it can simply walk on the wild side and see the sweet success of the carcass.
Rot is one persons vomit enducting edict and another flies opportunity for feasting.
We are all but an organism in the end, and we should not lift a foot out of the cycle for then we are left with a growing pile of foul smells.
If it is the wish of mankind to rid itself of the buzzing of fly wings then it would seem in their best interest to not give them room to overpopulate our planet.
That being said because the more we stack the bodies the more the fly, and the roach, and the dwindling bee will have dominion.
A buffett unto the insectoids, and they will not see the terror.
Bottom line, no need to hurt eachother, or destroy the lives we have built because there is no reason for giving feed to flies.
Why do we serve eachother up, when there are plenty of moments for nature to create a platter.
I digress, because while the fly that buzzes has a purpose I abhor it in my ear as I attempt to write what it is I can, but what good is creativity if there is no one around to read it.
Take a moment, and pause and think on the sins, for the fly will take opportunity, and we should be wary how much opportunity it should take.
From poems, to short stories, from rants to reviews, from shit to polish, this is the un-edited thought flowing blog so drink up, and be semi-entertained.
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