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Through The Eyes Of The Weathered Clown - Amoeba Pie - Trapped By Moths & Apple Corpses

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  1. TIL that the adult Luna Moth has no mouth and dies of starvation. Close. k. Posted by 6 years ago. When animals eat, nutrients are absorbed through the digestive tract (mostly the small intestine). I'd doubt that this is particularly developed in an animal with no mouth. They are also likely to not have the gut flora or enzymes to break.
  2. 'Yes, but it's not often people make money like that,' said the suicidal Charlie. His eyes kept straying to the monstrous bulk of Mr Tulip, who was holding a paper bag in one hand and, in the other hand, a spoon. He was using the spoon to ferry a fine white powder to his nose, his mouth and once, Charlie would have sworn, his ear.
  3. This church has obviously weathered the assaults of evil for centuries on end and is worn and weary. A bell tower rises toward the back, and flickering light shines through holes in the shingled roof. The rafters strain feebly against their load. DM The heavy wooden doors of the church are covered with claw marks and scarred by fire.
  4. sf Ian McDonald Ares Express. A Mars of the imagination, like no other, in a colorful, witty SF novel; Taking place in the kaleidoscopic future of Ian McDonald’s Desolation Road, Ares Express is set on a terraformed Mars where fusion-powered locomotives run along the network of rails that is the planet’s circulatory system and artificial intelligences reconfigure reality billions of times.
  5. The night was oppressive, the air at body temperature and almost motionless. Earlier in the evening there had been light, cooling rains, but now everything. seemed to radiate heat, even the silvery half-moon, its countenance brushed with. the occasional wisps of cloud.
  6. And the moths, the empty moths, stagger against each other, headless, in a confusion of arching strips of chitin like peeling varnish, like a jumble of buttresses for cathedral domes, like nothing resembling moths, so that I should hesitate to call them moths, except that I have had some experience with the figure Moth reduce to a nub.
  7. The priest’s Holy Writ, bound with golden wire, smoldered like embers in the purple, transparent, rayless sun of the morning. The large, leather Gospel, weathered as hard as iron and braced in tarnished silver, was held open by four children to the page where those fleeing Egypt, led by Moses, crossed the Red Sea between walls of water.

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