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my love is like a dung beetle - rolling u over over over again until u come back to life - like likeness; where seeds come from, rolling over over over until the dirt is alive; boy meets girl in the corner where she squeals; mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm dung beetles roll sand into seeds by taking feces & recreating through ancient [technology]         reverse engineering nature down to the microbe     [dung beetles have the plans they are the builders; why scarabs were sacred & cats & women: drawing blood yet living, killing, burying, giving birth w/ blood; cycle repeating, rolling over over over
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC
my love is a scarab
my love is like a dung beetle - rolling u over over over again until u come back to life - like likeness; where seeds come from, rolling over over over until the dirt is alive; boy meets girl in the corner where she squeals; mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm dung beetles roll sand into seeds by taking feces & recreating through ancient [technology]         reverse engineering nature down to the microbe     [dung beetles have the plans they are the builders; why scarabs were sacred & cats & women: drawing blood yet living, killing, burying, giving birth w/ blood; cycle repeating, rolling over over over
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC
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