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	<title>Comments on: Destroying the Beautiful</title>
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	<description>Mad. Filthy. Intriguing.</description>
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		<title>By: The Skirmish of Dark and Light &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Creature Feature</title>
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		<description>[...] One night I counted something like more than a dozen spiders. My ceiling was getting thicker and thicker with them, and I imagined they approved what crappy thing I happened to be writing (I usually work in my room). There was one instance when one of them rappelled from the ceiling to my shoulder and made a soft landing on my laptop. Rappelled! Like those guys from SWAT! But instead of squashing the interloper with my fist (see Destroying the Beautiful), I gently poked its belly. It panicked and pulled up frantically. It made me laugh; there was something irresistibly comical about a frightened spider, something that made you imagine that it might be thinking: “Oh, crap! Nobody mentioned this human in the travel brochure!” [...]</description>
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