THE SWATTER AND FLY

Hi, I'm Corinne! When staying home more in the kitchen, because there I allowed to smoke. I smoke like a Turk and drink coffee all like him because they do it in a brass pot and simmer.

I would rather drink it on the patio, especially now that summer, because I have a small terrace in front of my house, but can not. You can not because they live in a suburb, on a street in a small town, and my patio is very close to the street and, therefore, the sidewalk over which quite a few pedestrians at that early hour. How are young (just what I've been twenty-five years, not less than ten months then) and look pretty good, all male carrier pants, getting in and out on the street, feels obliged (he can not otherwise ) let me take a look. Glances longer lustful, short, accompanied by insinuating smiles, intrigue (what does this look in her balcony to drink coffee?) And others, and others, which more. I feel like a professional display in a shop window, waiting for customers. Let us understand, I do not lack guts, can ever return to the ice beast lightning glances and I would do that if it is one, or two, but they are many and ... becomes tedious and savor the satisfaction disappears liquor blessed. Not to mention the suit that Eve and I sleep in the house wearing a tiny black silk gown adorned with large flowers of poppy, with nothing underneath. Just a moment of inattention and a gust of wind made the wife could produce revelations ... incendiary as recently happened to poor Laura Pausini on stage in Peru.

So, in the kitchen, at the table, legs, smoked and drank coffee. A fly appeared from nowhere and began to waltz through my kitchen and taking that echoed with buzzing so, so annoying. I placed the windows and open them occasionally when to do general cleaning, but found it bites a place where to go. I took the red SWATTER and we executed it. It sat on the table, right next to the cup of coffee and move in small beam antennas and her slender legs like knitting something. I left in her than a black spot. I hate flies, therefore I put nets on the windows and bought an envelope and do not want to brag as The Valiant Little Tailor I ever killed ten in one shot, but I killed enough. But now I had a regret, I was sorry that I killed her.

Hundreds of millions of years of evolution from a spot kick low an envelope. Even if looked at with a microscope could not longer see traces antennae, legs, and wings her flimsy. It was a world in miniature, an entity that had a goal, a purpose in living and lower worlds, bacteria with their own aspirations. Other worlds within worlds, complex, fascinating and delicate, reduced to a spot kick an envelope. Yes, the death of a midge may be insignificant, or a disaster, depending on what angle you look. Do not know why I had that moment of weakness, to me all the flies were the same, I find that one is more beautiful or interesting as another. Perhaps if a giant eighty thousand times bigger than I am, we'd see me and Angelina Jolie, side by side, no he would not make any difference.

I love life, I am fascinated and in love with her. But sometimes willingly but most often unwittingly, kill. Yes, I know, it's outrageous! It's not nice to kill, especially for delicate and sensitive young lady. But paradoxically, life goes on, evolves and becomes stronger through ... death. Death frog tadpoles that it produces massive amounts do storks live. Most agile and fortunate of tadpoles, one in a thousand, get frogs, but not all of the frogs arrive to produce eggs. None of the bite that will not be born other flies, but the others were pretty smart, fast, and lucky to escape my SWATTER shot.

Now stay with iPad on your lap, feet on the table and write. I have long legs, tanned foot silk gown hanging on the side. I would not look bad in a commercial for the iPad, or coffee. Smoker. I Corinne, are at the forefront of the food chain, as I see with my mind's eye, almost naked, with feet on the ground, surrounded by blue and flavor of cigarette smoke. For me there is no a predator, I live (if I quit smoking) three to four times longer than my ancestors, the early hominids. How many children I want and no one is killing my children. Although I'm a natural and reasonable to kill a fly and are absolutely agree that storks to feed on tadpoles, frogs kids, my death or my children would be a catastrophe. If any of hominid, Australopithecus anything he or his wife would have stumbled upon the elixir of eternal life, it would be shown me how I look now? Now would be "admired" legs short, bowed and full hair. Brrrrr !!! I take cold just thinking.

Their death, generation after generation and natural selection has caused me to exist in this form (form completely acceptable). Maybe I should pour a few drops of red wine (the oldest, clean and good drink in the world) in their memory for their sacrifice unconscious.

How Somehow, mankind has discovered the elixir of life (long life yet) and the altered symbiotic dance between life and death dance that life always comes out stronger, more complex. We are already over 7 billion and even die, do not evolve. Not evolve because the most beautiful, most powerful and most intelligent of us chose to fewer children, or not to do at all. They left this "chore" on the shoulders of those who normally would not have had a chance to reproduce.

Over twenty thousand years people will look the same because people want to stay the same and nothing seems to prevent them. Homo Erectus was very pleased with himself, just as we are now, and that was after him and so we showed today. Lucky that I was after him.

Finally, with my SWATTER red, I do a great service to fly. If nothing changes, over several hundred thousand years man will be too weak and anemic longer keep an envelope in his hand, or too stupid to use it, while flies ...

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