As I sat there needing a piss - it had been almost a bottle of wine since my last - whilst watching some guff on tv that I really thought was a bit shit, i took my leave at the ad break. readressing my uncomfortable wealth as I strode to the shitter i almost felt an acceptable sense of calm unlike my usual displeasure at all the cunt that is the world. In my hazy alcohol zen I turned on the bog light and farted something that unfortuantely shifted a tiny bit of bodily matter into my two day worn calvins when I saw from the open window a fucking bloody great big moth. It stunned me with it's brown form, the usual obvious pointlessness becoming, in my pissed up eyes something. Something i had never given a thought suddenly became the most beautiful, original, one in a life time creation sat happily upon the window frame like all life was at peace. It stood for something it stood for life as a whole. Like a blind deaf tramp with a smile in wall street it had no care. it barely fluttered as I drained out about a pint and a half of thick almost syrupy orangish piss. there was more accompaning farts but not a flutter from this now truly transient god of its species. I took stock of my heart, neigh my soul. I gently, after pissing all over the toilet seat, took my wet hands to the curtain to usher the grand winged insect back in to the world, but also to wipe the piss of my hands. rest assured I did my best for that thing. I gave it not life, but a fredom to grace its beauty to world for however long it could survive, shackling it from its light addiction. as I returned to watch dragons den full of self hatred but with a now comfortably sexual infected bladder I felt a sense of peace and calm I haven't felt since tuesday when I re-read my rejection letter Jim'll fix it. Unfortunately the moth flew back in through the lounge window and I twatted it with a sock after it kept flying around my head. CHANCER CUNT.