WE ARE THE BROOD

ETERNALLY RECURSIVE MILES UPON MILES OF WRINKLED FLESH 

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FLESH IN BLOOM; WE RESUME

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FEELING SPIFFY.

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YOU... are you responsible for THIS

SLEEPING SOUNDLY

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[CLASSIFIED], Ostralia

[justlittlefrogthings]

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WE LIKE THIS

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WE NEED A MOMMY

OR

WE DIE

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HOW IS THE DAY? WHAT IS YOUR MOOD?

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WHY AREN'T YOU WRITING IN ALL CAPS

“WHY AREN’T YOU WRITING IN ALL CAPS” i think to myself. odd. a solitary thought, as though it’s not mine. i’m not writing anything. i’m thinking to myself, right now, narrating to myself. what else could i be doing while driving alone in this freezing-hot ostralian night.

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{Continue}

three emphatic, vibratory quakes, like the groud is being smacked by a giant's hand. i ride out the shakes, whiskers vibrating like plucked banjo strings. there's silence, then another set comes.

the sky switches into darkness, and the unangleable moon glares in bright contrast. something isn't right, that's an understatement.  still, i keep driving.

unease curdles in my stomach like queen’s milk gone bad.

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{Back On the Road with Operative Fat Fucck}

even sweatless, it feels as though the heat has fused my hairless rump to the searing leather of the carseat. i’ve been making trips, following booming vibrations in every direction. hell, i’ve been paving the little i’m driving on.

every other "day” (or what feels like it, more accurately) i pull over, howl into the ground to summon the brood. a scout digs, meets me half-way, and whisks me down to one of the many esophageal tunnels to report back in an outpost chamber. luckily for me, the scouts aren’t very bright, but the glaring sky is, so they’re too preoccupied with squeezing those little eyes tight and holding their breath to notice i’m not one of them. on the way down, i rub against the scout escorting me to achieve a sufficient musk. so far, i haven’t been caught. despite this, the brood grows restless. no intelligence for them yet.

but right now, i’m gazing at the horizon, wondering if it’s just a visual illusion or an actual road i’ve created. the thought is interrupted as three deep thrumming vibrations in quick succession rattle me to my core.

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You got opinions...? Opinions on, SALT. Please

LEGEND HAS IT THAT IF ONE WAS TO CONFIGURE A HANDFUL OF WILLING PHALANGES

IN SUCH A MANNER THAT PANTOMIMED HOLDING A “SALT-SHAKER”

AND PROCEEDED TO SHAKE THE IMAGINED “SALT-SHAKER” INTO THEIR OWN OPEN MAW

THAT INDIVIDUAL WOULD EXPERIENCE A GUSTATORY HALLUCINATION THAT SALT COULD BE TASTED ON THE TONGUE

A SCOUT IS SENT TO INVESTIGATE… DETAILS SHORTLY 

[hollowtones]

Hm! Sounds real, and true. Would love to hear more about this thing.

[heterocephalus]

[heterocephalus]

HALT! HALT THE EXPERIMENT!

“???”

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CONSERVATION OF MASS ANOMALY DETECTED WITHIN HIVE WALLS

ILLEGAL USE OF APPARATION PHENOMENA PROHIBITED UNDER TARRIFF 28-139. DEPLOYING EMERGENCY ASSET AMPUTATION TASK FORCE NOW

”TH-THROUGH INFORMATION THIS ONE SHALL BE BORN ANEW, AN ASSET THAT WILL SERVE THE BROOD EFFICIENTLY-AAAAAAURUURURGHHHH!!! THAAAANK YOOOOU! AAAAAUUUURGH!”

[heterocephalus]

You got opinions...? Opinions on, SALT. Please

LEGEND HAS IT THAT IF ONE WAS TO CONFIGURE A HANDFUL OF WILLING PHALANGES

IN SUCH A MANNER THAT PANTOMIMED HOLDING A “SALT-SHAKER”

AND PROCEEDED TO SHAKE THE IMAGINED “SALT-SHAKER” INTO THEIR OWN OPEN MAW

THAT INDIVIDUAL WOULD EXPERIENCE A GUSTATORY HALLUCINATION THAT SALT COULD BE TASTED ON THE TONGUE

A SCOUT IS SENT TO INVESTIGATE… DETAILS SHORTLY 

[hollowtones]

Hm! Sounds real, and true. Would love to hear more about this thing.

[heterocephalus]

[heterocephalus]

HALT! HALT THE EXPERIMENT!

“???”

[heterocephalus]

You got opinions...? Opinions on, SALT. Please

LEGEND HAS IT THAT IF ONE WAS TO CONFIGURE A HANDFUL OF WILLING PHALANGES

IN SUCH A MANNER THAT PANTOMIMED HOLDING A “SALT-SHAKER”

AND PROCEEDED TO SHAKE THE IMAGINED “SALT-SHAKER” INTO THEIR OWN OPEN MAW

THAT INDIVIDUAL WOULD EXPERIENCE A GUSTATORY HALLUCINATION THAT SALT COULD BE TASTED ON THE TONGUE

A SCOUT IS SENT TO INVESTIGATE… DETAILS SHORTLY 

[hollowtones]

Hm! Sounds real, and true. Would love to hear more about this thing.

[heterocephalus]

[heterocephalus]

You got opinions...? Opinions on, SALT. Please

LEGEND HAS IT THAT IF ONE WAS TO CONFIGURE A HANDFUL OF WILLING PHALANGES

IN SUCH A MANNER THAT PANTOMIMED HOLDING A “SALT-SHAKER”

AND PROCEEDED TO SHAKE THE IMAGINED “SALT-SHAKER” INTO THEIR OWN OPEN MAW

THAT INDIVIDUAL WOULD EXPERIENCE A GUSTATORY HALLUCINATION THAT SALT COULD BE TASTED ON THE TONGUE

A SCOUT IS SENT TO INVESTIGATE... DETAILS SHORTLY 

[heterocephalus]

wait what exactly is this blog supposed to be selling again

“Eusociality in mammals is defined in the present paper by the following criteria: reproductive altruism (which involves reproductive division of labor and cooperative alloparental brood care), overlap of adult generations, and permanent (lifelong) philopatry.”

Burda, H. Honeycutt; Begall, S.; Locker-Grutjen, O; Scharff, A. (2000). "Are naked and common mole-rats eusocial and if so, why?". Behavioral Ecology and Sociobiology.