encounter with a death moth

heya

well, one of two things are perhaps the case here. either i did encounter a death moth, or just saw one what looked liked how i imagined one to be. if the former, then the title pretty much covers it all, look you see. should the latter be truthful, my apologies for wasting any time, if i did as point of fact do that. 

right, so where to commence. in this instance, more or less (after this text) with a picture, presumably, since the theme here is most decidedly visual. here you go then, an image of the presumed death moth. in the greater good and glory of Commodore 64 mode, with pictures less or fewer of that most beloved format to follow. 

a bit of a background story, then. it was so that i woke, did usually things what one might do on waking and this very much involved cigarettes (sorry), then got all prepared and ready to head off out to do some of that verk stuff. remember, if you will, people of my age, how we were told at school how by the years of the 2000s it would be all machines and we would live proper actual lives of leisure. yeah. 

on reaching my vehicle of if not quite choice then this delegation, it was that i observed this insect, which i take to be a moth, parked on my parked vehicle. surely there is some symbolism or what have you there, but you work it out. to my surprise, and great interest, it (he, she or what have you) remained quite still as i approached, not moving even when i fiddled around to get my phone with a camera welded on it to take some images. believe you me, the Commodore 64 function is not quiet. 

despite being reasonably confident, or sure, that it (this) is a moth, no, i am not certain it is an actual, genuine death moth. a disgrace i may very well be, but it is quite some time since i last watched the silence of the lambs, so had no immediate way of confirming. surely, certainly, it looks like how one might thing such would seem, with the pattern suggesting a skull, be it a quirk of appearance or carefully constructed from delicate images of ladies what are doing nudies. 

just what, exactly, does encountering a death moth (if i did so) mean? well, i did one of them google things, and i skimmed read a bit and it seems there is a kind of sexual connotation to it. rather splendid, you would think, but also one could interpret such as likely to find themselves in a rudimentary, home made yet perfectly serviceable bit, resplendent with some lotion. and a bucket. 

believing that x may happen because of y, or z due to z, or even a leads to be (etc) relies on one having a disposition to the superstitious. well, let's have a look at the name of my blog, then. oh. 

my understanding, from what i can remember, is that the actual real, proper "death moth" things are something or other to do with South America. not impossible that one could turn up in the south bits of England (where i was), but remarkably unlikely. still, quite a lovely creature to see. 

should some curse or similar fate befall me, well, i suppose as a convenience it can be described as the hand of fate in the form of me encountering a death moth. maybe. certainly my hope, even if just for a fleeting moment, is not to be so afflicted, but what will be shall come to pass. 

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