The insect crawled along the windowsill. She buzzed, eyes darting. She spotted something shiny, something sliver! She flew towards it, intrigued. “EW! Bug! Ack!” the girl screamed, swatting the fly with her hands. Dejectedly, the bug hovered a bit, before taking a seat on the leathery seats. It was just the glare of the girl’s jet black hair. Nothing special.
Those 6 legged, 8 legged creepy crawleys.
Bugs, beetles, spiders and the like. Ladybirds a fave but Butterflies. Wow. with their story.. caterpillar and then transformation. I even ate chocolate covered ants once. I like insects me.
Insects creep me out. I am not fond of them at all. This is pretty much all I have to say about them… They are creepy, besides green ones…for some reason that’s the only kind that I’m okay with.
Hello. My name is Olga. and i just wanted you to know that i just hate insectcs, every king of. just i hate ir sooo much. thats why i dont like to camp. Thats it! i hate them .
Do you ever just feel so small? Like you are nothing but an insect? And the world is out to get you, walk all over you, trample you? The world is a rough place, and we are all just trying to avoid being stepped on.
The kid was like an insect. Annoying, but necessary. All the top guys wanted to get rid of him, but they could never get a go ahead. He was just one of those guys that always managed to get in the good graces of the one person that had final say with these type of things.
they were merely insects, playthings really, to be crushed below his feet. he spared them a glance with haughty superiority, knowing just how much better and smarter and more talented and more skilled and quite simply MORE he was. then again, the nerd thought to himself, dragging himself off the floor once again. insects were terribly pesky little things.
head and crazy searching antennae, you fly throughout summer and die in the cold. i love watching you dipping and dropping by but bite me, bite me, die bitch die.
Your sticky legs bendy and skinny
Tiny perfect gossamer wings that flutter gently, almost lazily in the wind.
Big round eyes in every shade of the rainbow. Like miniature golf balls, they perch on their head.
Little legs, bent in the same spot, waiting to push up and return to the sky.
Of course, it’s hard to take in all the beauty when one has landed on your dinner plate.
It crawled up onto my leg one sunny afternoon while I was reading a new book. It made me itch and twitch, and it annoyed me to an extent I almost killed it.
But the thing with life, is that everything is precious. Even the little insect that accidentally crawled up your leg as it lay in the grass. Beside, the grass was it’s home, not mine. Who was the real perpetrator here?
He was like a disgusting insect. And he skittered over towards me. I backed up and hit a tree. There was no place else for me to go. I couldn’t run, I couldn’t do anything. I cowered arms in front of my face. And suddenly it was gone. I saw a hooded figure who with a flash was gone. And I was saved.
Insects are a little scary. I mean look at them, they’ve got abnormabally spindly legs and tiny little bodies. They are EVERYWHERE. Seriously, I mean why?? WHat’s the point of having insects all over this world.
some people like insects, but i bet many don’t. but insects can be categorized into a variety of classes by humans, like disgusting ones, ok ones… what a subjective standard we use.
The insects were worming their way through the dirt like…well…worms to be honest. They strung together and stuck together. They bandied about like bands of bandits. They chose the best and took off with the rest.
What a disjoined, disconnected and unrepenting lack of solemn meaning. Expression without ambiguity lends itself to boredom.
Glittery wings glowing in the delicate sunlight. I sit amongst the rocks and trees and nature at it’s finest and I don’t really exist here. I’m letting the world exist without me. I’m a quiet watcher, a sedentary observer.
i have alot of insects in my rom its a big oh mess i cant even sleep at night becuz its so so scary one nt this big spider on me aamed so loud i got in trouble
grass i just hope i dont get to much of it. its not really marijuna , but this juice my enterprise is producing. its adciting, wilco is writing a song abou it.
PART OF THE MARKENTING STRATEGY IS TO SELL BUGS IN IN.
The boy that co won the glee project looked like he should have been cast in a broadway production of Avatar. His skeleton was that of a cicada and his eyes were narrow and he had this pensive glare. He was tall and his hair hung down in dreadlocked clumps, but he pulled through.
Struggling against…what…was Jensen’s biggest frustration. He felt like an insect trying to battle the powers of the universe arrayed against him. “Wait a minute,” he thought, “I actually am really nothing more than an insect battling the powers of the universe.” He suddenly stopped all movement.
“Feel better now, Jensen,” came the voice in soft, melodious tones.
The insect beyond him was the insect inside of him. She took what there was to be taken so that he could fly without the wings that were within.
Yet between the images and the cacophony of inspiration, reality took a firm hold of his being and he knew what he knew. It was no longer any sort of self-directed medium of love, poetry or the great beyond.
It was the only way and it was the last time. Such was the fateful. Such was the night.
Ouch! It bit me! That annoying mosquito. I don’t like insects. I don’t like wasps or bees or ants or flies or any kind of insect. I’m sure they’re useful somehow, so I don’t squash them all. Only the ones that bug me.
“What a little insect you are, Michael. You seriously have no significance on anything or anyone around you. It’s a mystery, in fact, why you even exist at all.”
“Why it may be a mystery to you, Brenda, behind the scenes, we insects are kicking ass and changing your biosphere.”
insects are gross and weird. they have buggy eyes that swerve around like little robots on the hunt for pierce of your pizza to get dirty, they buzz around all night annoying you so your can’t sleep and when you least expect it they slam near your ear and then you want to scream. but by the time you look for it it’s gone. Then when you finally see it, you chase it around the room jumping and slapping things like a wild person. And when your mom comes in asking what you are doing, you fall off that chair and hastily explain that you’re trying to chase a bug and kill it. Then when you finally kill it with that latest book you bought, you realize that you have bug guts all over your wall.
He watched the insect crawl up the sides of the wall. Against gravity, against the wind it crawled. Where was it going? DId it know for what it embarked on this dangerous journey?
Insects crawl across my skull, little tickles very dull,
eating flesh and laying eggs, grazing me with little legs,
finally nibbling on my heart, tearing my life and love apart.
The people who are inferior and grovel at my feet. I am a king to them and they are my disobedient subjects who must be punished. A bird is good too like that movie antz. shit was cash
This goes back to ant I guess. I mean, those ants the other day. My bug bites have really been irritating me. Are tapeworms/hookworms insects? Or parasites? Now that I think about it they are probably parasites. Why do they have to go and infect my kitty, she is just a widdle girl :C
The insects.
She hated them.
They crawled everywhere and got in everything.
Normally she let them live.
She couldn’t let it get away!
She ran and stepped on the poor bug,
The ladybug was no more.
All because he broke her heart.
Bugs. Ugh. Yuck bed bugs. Never had em. Never eaten a bug either. Wouldn’t mind trying them if they were prepared right…and u didn’t know what I was eating. Insects don’t have to be just bugs though. They can be people too. Like leeches. Feeding off everything you have. I hate stingy bugs. Like bees. Maybe I’m more scared than full of hate. I just don’t like em. But j don’t mind crickets. I can even pick them up. But just to save their lives…and for good luck. Man a minute is really long. Wonder how long it feels to an insect?
There were so many cars that it seemed like a multitude of insects were gathering together. Charlie and I got out of the car and walked up into the building. Voices were coming from every direction: screams, laughter, chattering. People littered the inside as well as the area down by the pond. There was not a quiet place in sight. I looked at Charlie. “Welcome to big kid parties,” I said.
fly through my life and crawl, dribble and gribble across the floor scaly and harsh and alien l feel those wings across my face those claws across my skin
Insects should be everywhere, in modern life you don’t see them so much, crawling, biting, eating leaves, vital to life, I feel so removed from the cycle in these city walls.
Insekten, überall. Riesige und winzige und die ganze Spannbreite dazwischen. Sie schwirrten durch die Luft, um die Lampen und um die Menschen. Sie krochen Agata in Ärmel und Kragen, in Nasenlöcher und Ohren, sogar in den Mund, als sie ihn instinktiv zum Schrei öffnete, sie krallten sich an ihren Haaren und Wimpern fest. Es war Weihnachten und niemand hatte sie gewarnt.
The insect crawled along the windowsill. She buzzed, eyes darting. She spotted something shiny, something sliver! She flew towards it, intrigued. “EW! Bug! Ack!” the girl screamed, swatting the fly with her hands. Dejectedly, the bug hovered a bit, before taking a seat on the leathery seats. It was just the glare of the girl’s jet black hair. Nothing special.
Those 6 legged, 8 legged creepy crawleys.
Bugs, beetles, spiders and the like. Ladybirds a fave but Butterflies. Wow. with their story.. caterpillar and then transformation. I even ate chocolate covered ants once. I like insects me.
Insects creep me out. I am not fond of them at all. This is pretty much all I have to say about them… They are creepy, besides green ones…for some reason that’s the only kind that I’m okay with.
Hello. My name is Olga. and i just wanted you to know that i just hate insectcs, every king of. just i hate ir sooo much. thats why i dont like to camp. Thats it! i hate them .
Do you ever just feel so small? Like you are nothing but an insect? And the world is out to get you, walk all over you, trample you? The world is a rough place, and we are all just trying to avoid being stepped on.
The kid was like an insect. Annoying, but necessary. All the top guys wanted to get rid of him, but they could never get a go ahead. He was just one of those guys that always managed to get in the good graces of the one person that had final say with these type of things.
They are annoying but I could never kill them.
they were merely insects, playthings really, to be crushed below his feet. he spared them a glance with haughty superiority, knowing just how much better and smarter and more talented and more skilled and quite simply MORE he was. then again, the nerd thought to himself, dragging himself off the floor once again. insects were terribly pesky little things.
head and crazy searching antennae, you fly throughout summer and die in the cold. i love watching you dipping and dropping by but bite me, bite me, die bitch die.
Your sticky legs bendy and skinny
Insects, crawling over your skin.
You can feel them, touching you, biting you, stinging you.
They were better at surviving than you ever were.
Tiny perfect gossamer wings that flutter gently, almost lazily in the wind.
Big round eyes in every shade of the rainbow. Like miniature golf balls, they perch on their head.
Little legs, bent in the same spot, waiting to push up and return to the sky.
Of course, it’s hard to take in all the beauty when one has landed on your dinner plate.
It crawled up onto my leg one sunny afternoon while I was reading a new book. It made me itch and twitch, and it annoyed me to an extent I almost killed it.
But the thing with life, is that everything is precious. Even the little insect that accidentally crawled up your leg as it lay in the grass. Beside, the grass was it’s home, not mine. Who was the real perpetrator here?
He was like a disgusting insect. And he skittered over towards me. I backed up and hit a tree. There was no place else for me to go. I couldn’t run, I couldn’t do anything. I cowered arms in front of my face. And suddenly it was gone. I saw a hooded figure who with a flash was gone. And I was saved.
Silent and invisible,
I observe the life around me.
Blind and indifferent,
No one pays any mind to me.
Insects are a little scary. I mean look at them, they’ve got abnormabally spindly legs and tiny little bodies. They are EVERYWHERE. Seriously, I mean why?? WHat’s the point of having insects all over this world.
some people like insects, but i bet many don’t. but insects can be categorized into a variety of classes by humans, like disgusting ones, ok ones… what a subjective standard we use.
The insects were worming their way through the dirt like…well…worms to be honest. They strung together and stuck together. They bandied about like bands of bandits. They chose the best and took off with the rest.
What a disjoined, disconnected and unrepenting lack of solemn meaning. Expression without ambiguity lends itself to boredom.
Glittery wings glowing in the delicate sunlight. I sit amongst the rocks and trees and nature at it’s finest and I don’t really exist here. I’m letting the world exist without me. I’m a quiet watcher, a sedentary observer.
i have alot of insects in my rom its a big oh mess i cant even sleep at night becuz its so so scary one nt this big spider on me aamed so loud i got in trouble
“We hope that, when the insects take over the world, they will remember with gratitude how we took them along on all our picnics.”
It crawls on the wall upward like a helium balloon.
grass i just hope i dont get to much of it. its not really marijuna , but this juice my enterprise is producing. its adciting, wilco is writing a song abou it.
PART OF THE MARKENTING STRATEGY IS TO SELL BUGS IN IN.
It moves beneath your notice
underfoot
with little legs that move independently
though its mind is that of the hive
moving as one
merely one dancer in a single troupe.
To gather food
to kill its prey
they’re all the same
and yet
different.
The boy that co won the glee project looked like he should have been cast in a broadway production of Avatar. His skeleton was that of a cicada and his eyes were narrow and he had this pensive glare. He was tall and his hair hung down in dreadlocked clumps, but he pulled through.
Struggling against…what…was Jensen’s biggest frustration. He felt like an insect trying to battle the powers of the universe arrayed against him. “Wait a minute,” he thought, “I actually am really nothing more than an insect battling the powers of the universe.” He suddenly stopped all movement.
“Feel better now, Jensen,” came the voice in soft, melodious tones.
The insect beyond him was the insect inside of him. She took what there was to be taken so that he could fly without the wings that were within.
Yet between the images and the cacophony of inspiration, reality took a firm hold of his being and he knew what he knew. It was no longer any sort of self-directed medium of love, poetry or the great beyond.
It was the only way and it was the last time. Such was the fateful. Such was the night.
Ouch! It bit me! That annoying mosquito. I don’t like insects. I don’t like wasps or bees or ants or flies or any kind of insect. I’m sure they’re useful somehow, so I don’t squash them all. Only the ones that bug me.
“What a little insect you are, Michael. You seriously have no significance on anything or anyone around you. It’s a mystery, in fact, why you even exist at all.”
“Why it may be a mystery to you, Brenda, behind the scenes, we insects are kicking ass and changing your biosphere.”
insects are gross and weird. they have buggy eyes that swerve around like little robots on the hunt for pierce of your pizza to get dirty, they buzz around all night annoying you so your can’t sleep and when you least expect it they slam near your ear and then you want to scream. but by the time you look for it it’s gone. Then when you finally see it, you chase it around the room jumping and slapping things like a wild person. And when your mom comes in asking what you are doing, you fall off that chair and hastily explain that you’re trying to chase a bug and kill it. Then when you finally kill it with that latest book you bought, you realize that you have bug guts all over your wall.
He watched the insect crawl up the sides of the wall. Against gravity, against the wind it crawled. Where was it going? DId it know for what it embarked on this dangerous journey?
Insects crawl across my skull, little tickles very dull,
eating flesh and laying eggs, grazing me with little legs,
finally nibbling on my heart, tearing my life and love apart.
The people who are inferior and grovel at my feet. I am a king to them and they are my disobedient subjects who must be punished. A bird is good too like that movie antz. shit was cash
This goes back to ant I guess. I mean, those ants the other day. My bug bites have really been irritating me. Are tapeworms/hookworms insects? Or parasites? Now that I think about it they are probably parasites. Why do they have to go and infect my kitty, she is just a widdle girl :C
Inside the insect’s mind, we’ve all wound up unkind.
The insects.
She hated them.
They crawled everywhere and got in everything.
Normally she let them live.
She couldn’t let it get away!
She ran and stepped on the poor bug,
The ladybug was no more.
All because he broke her heart.
Bugs. Ugh. Yuck bed bugs. Never had em. Never eaten a bug either. Wouldn’t mind trying them if they were prepared right…and u didn’t know what I was eating. Insects don’t have to be just bugs though. They can be people too. Like leeches. Feeding off everything you have. I hate stingy bugs. Like bees. Maybe I’m more scared than full of hate. I just don’t like em. But j don’t mind crickets. I can even pick them up. But just to save their lives…and for good luck. Man a minute is really long. Wonder how long it feels to an insect?
There were so many cars that it seemed like a multitude of insects were gathering together. Charlie and I got out of the car and walked up into the building. Voices were coming from every direction: screams, laughter, chattering. People littered the inside as well as the area down by the pond. There was not a quiet place in sight. I looked at Charlie. “Welcome to big kid parties,” I said.
fly through my life and crawl, dribble and gribble across the floor scaly and harsh and alien l feel those wings across my face those claws across my skin
Insects should be everywhere, in modern life you don’t see them so much, crawling, biting, eating leaves, vital to life, I feel so removed from the cycle in these city walls.
Insekten, überall. Riesige und winzige und die ganze Spannbreite dazwischen. Sie schwirrten durch die Luft, um die Lampen und um die Menschen. Sie krochen Agata in Ärmel und Kragen, in Nasenlöcher und Ohren, sogar in den Mund, als sie ihn instinktiv zum Schrei öffnete, sie krallten sich an ihren Haaren und Wimpern fest. Es war Weihnachten und niemand hatte sie gewarnt.