There is at this moment a beetle the size of god's ass on the table about six inches from the t-writer. It is… — Hunter S. Thompson
There is at this moment a beetle the size of god's ass on the table about six inches from the t-writer. It is worse than anything Kafka ever dreamed, so big I can see its eyes and the hair on its legs — jesus, suddenly it leaped off and now circles me with a menacing whir.
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