semi-autobiographical machine gun
no, i am not going to clean my coffee cup this morning. i never do. i figure any bacteria that can survive boiling water and shitty coffee, deserves my respect and has earned its place in the circle of life.
also, i find it entirely possible that the evolved nietzschean monster-bugs at the bottom of my cup are the source of all my superpowers. although there might be a fine line between tingling spider-senses and nerve damage.
