Roach Mardi Gras decked out in fascist brown and stinking sickly-sweet, immune to poison, and O how they breed - dancing cucarachas on countertops and floors, diligently compromising loose lids lights on, they rocket back to narrow crevices, then, when two-legs is gone again, they stream baroque skittering strings linoleum-slick greet these six-legged arthropod Queens of Sheba

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