Afternoon meditation was going fine, FINE, underneath the shade of a massive gnarled  bois d’arc in a church lot, until this big black beetle thing started gnawing at my ankle.
I ignored it as long as possible, I’ve sat through fire ant attacks, whatever, but eventually gave in, looked down, and jumped the fuck to my feet. It was ugly and it hurt.
And it’s over.

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Franklyn Monk

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