I have a headache, and it's bright outside. I think the sky should be grey all the time. Except at night. At night it can be black with stars. Stars are pretty. They're bright. Well, up close they are anway. They're far away. I bet moths try to fly to the sun too. They like light. It would suck to be a moth obituary writer. So many deaths every night. No real variety either - hit a porch light, hit a bug zapper, hit a parked car headlight, bashed self to death on a screen trying to get to the bathroom light. A pity, really. They must deal with grief well. And have big sections in their newpapers for deaths. Or maybe they just put death: and then list the names. That would be more economical, but not as sympathetic. I wonder how the moths would feel about that. It wouldn't bother me, but I'm kinda cynical. Ever notice how the " is really close to the ' and it's really easy to confuse them when you're typing a word like I'm?
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"Nothing worth having is easy."
Three years!