goes to show that ignorance truly is bliss.
i first read about eyelash and face mites on eigthballmag. then i googled it. (you can read about it here and here and here and here and here and .. damn those minute little monsters are as famous as britney spears’ virginity. wikipedia didnt have anything on those buggers though, i wonder why). humans are curious creatures by nature but why the hell did i google it, i don’t know. its kinda like hearing ghost stories. they don’t normally scare me. until i hear about it. im a wuss, i admit as much. watching blair witch project kept me awake for 3 nights in a row. coz every time i tried to close my eyes, i swore i could hear 12 children playing outside my dormroom. what scares me the most though is the fact that i got this much time in my hands to blog and google about this.
but those face and follicle fuckers are real. when i read about those damned demodicids, i cant help but feel them crawling all over my body, squiggling their wormy faces into my hair follicles, waving their metazoan ass up in the air, stuffing their miniscule crab-like mouths with my epithelials, and making a cozy little home fully furnished like an ikea catalog in my sebaceous glands. suddenly i need a bath. suddenly i feel the need to obsessive compulsively scrub every inch of pores and orifice till they bleed and oozing out pus.
hey, dont roll your eyes. just fucking look at this picture and tell me you don’t feel that need too, and then you can judge me crazy.
i conclude as thus : i wont be kissing any eyelids in the name of love and affection hence on.
sidenote :
makes me think. yes i do use that lard between my ears sometimes. why must we waste a lot of money and resources trying to find out if there are other lifeforms out there when we obviously have more aliens living in the deep, dark bottomless cavum of our planet's unventured ocean trenches.
and our eyelashes.
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