I got bugs…

I hate cockroaches. Especially huge-pumped-up-been takin steroids down the gym-ones. Just as I was enjoying a quiet moment downloading the latest Ricky Gervais podcast, the ugly critter appeared from nowhere and proceeded to scuttle it’s way around my room. After I realised it wasn’t going to just piss off I reached for the industrial-strength bug spray, but it took at least ten rounds of gassing before the little f###er even started twitchin’.

Perhaps my xenophobia was heightened by the fact that I watched the Directors’ cut of Alien last night…

I leave you with a Pearl Jam classic:

Bugs
Pearl Jam

All these…

I got bugs
I got bugs in my room
Bugs in my bed
Bugs in my ears
Their eggs in my head
Bugs in my pockets
Bugs in my shoes
Bugs in the way I feel about you

Bugs on my window
Trying to get in
They don’t go nowhere
Waiting, waiting…
Bugs on my ceiling
Crowded the floor
Standing, sitting, kneeling…
A few block the door

And now the question’s:
Do I kill them?
Become their friend?
Do I eat them?
Raw or well done?
Do I trick them?
I don’t think they’re that dumb
Do I join them?
Looks like that’s the one

I got bugs on my skin
Tickle my nausea I let it happen again
They’re always takin’ over
I see they surround me, I see…
See them deciding my fate
Oh, that which was once…was once up to me…
Now it’s too late

I got bugs in my room…one on one
That’s when I had a chance
I’ll just stop now
I’ll become naked and with the…
I’ll become one