The Impersonal Swarm of Wasps

I was like, seeing from a molecular perspective, you and me reign right now. And even in dead things, they're alive. They're moving. Nothing is dead. A rock is teeming with life. If you could zoom in on it, it is moving... It's amazing. Somewhere in that dust storm, consciousness arises. I would fight you for charity with oversized boxing gloves. In an oil room? Yes. But the giant oversized boxing gloves, where we actually really try to take each other out until you tap out. You would beat the fuck out of my mouth. Okay. Listen, I don't care if you listen. Julia Sweeney and you, but replays this