Wasps are allowed to fly and sting, and I am allowed to worry about my meals, my decaying body, brutal chemicals taken in hedonistically and those that rape me, sleeping alone, and the right jabs, cuts, bites and parries I need to learn just for a chance to make it to my next birthday.

Darwin was far too ironic for tea brewed for three hours by the sun, far to ascetic to lie when he needed to, and the most ironic man of our time.

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