Bad thoughts are like those flies. You don't know where they come from, but once they're in your head, they buzz around, bumping into things, until they're all you can think about. Sitting in a hospital room brings lots of these thought flies, especially at 3 in the morning when you can't sleep.
It always starts off as one thought...
Then they multiply into a swarm...
But then internet becomes the door through which the thought flies flee.
At least there's that.
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