When I was a little boy I hated
repulsive hymenopteras more than anything. (Are there any other species
than repulsive hymenopteras by the way?) Anyhow, repulsive
hymenopteras were in any case tremendously hated by me as a kid. (Even
though I right now, the moment i wrote that, can recall something I
thought was even worse than repulsive hymenopteras. And that was
repulsive parasite-hymenopteras. That must simply be the most
disgusting thing on Earth - ever!!! Fucking SHIT! ...eh, incidentally,
are there any repulsive parasite-hymenopteras with wretched prostates?
...no, I didn't think so. Well... there you are, then!)
The fifth columnist and the repulsive parasite-hymenopteras's
human delegate, Nisse Linnman, made me fly off the handle the other day.
I think it was sometime in my childhood, presumably...
Nisse »Hymenoptera-Judas» Linnman refused to answer
a few very simple questions I asked him in a nice letter. I asked why ants
cracks like that when I set fire to them, how to avoid hearing the
detesting cruching sound from beetles you are squashing under your soles,
what species of fly it is most fun to tear the wings off, which spider
causes the most mess when you beat it to death, and finally what is the
world record for bugslaughter in twentyfour hours.
Do you think the fucking Hymonoptera-Judas gave me any
answer? No! Not at all! I suppose he had other things to do. I guess he
let weevils, cockchafers, blueflies, berry-lice och inconceivably
shit-repulsive parasite-hymenopteras conquer his body and his house,
followed by these words:
-Shit-hymenopteras is necessary just as much as velour,
sandals, spectacles, slip-overs, white shoes, christianity and
matriarchy!