It is said of spiders that they pull their legs around
themselves when they die, as if they are catching flies
enmeshed in the webs of their own souls, but that's just
shit propaganda. We do pull our legs in, but it's to
minimize our violent structure. We try to become the dots
that we know ourselves to be. You see, when the One Legged
Lady gave birth to our ancestors, she cursed them with
plurality. Thus, she whispered, they would always hunger for
the things that are unique, and not plentiful. Imagine our
ancestors' many eyes when they first saw Fly, and Its Wings.


We were created as carnivores in body, but are lovers in
spirit. We eat flies because we envy them, and when we die
we ask for forgiveness, for oneness, and for flight. We get
none of these, for flies were created in the image of the
Creator, are ever-blessed, but we are the spawn of a freak.