Bulbous, oil rich and exuberant. Damn, if I was a plant I'd give up my stem fluids for this floral beauty. Its luxurious plumage transpired to shade more than itself this fine spring morning, for underneath my love riddled window greenery, there cowered a shimmering bug of contrasting citrus shades. I snapped my fingers around its proboscis and plucked it from its hiding place. Glorious appetizer this, would go well with the salad.

The guests welled into my apartment, coasts, hats deposited in droves at the kitchen door. Every mouth fed was a watering hole for pleasure, tongues slavering in anticipation of my salad delicacy; a Caesar ladened with juicy, crunchy window bugs.

Fuck the dressing today munchers. Insectoid treats for your crystallised hunger. Delicious...