“I can’t do this anymore, I just can’t. What am I supposed to do? I can’t simply just turn it off.”
“I know, I know it’s hard, trust me, I do.”
Celine
He was a parasite, and I never knew. He was my personal parasite and I love him so much. It wasn’t until he left had I realised the damage that came.
Ebony
A BUG…I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS. IT SOUNDS WEIRD. AND YUP BYE BYE.
JOCELYN
it is a bug who can get you really really sick and it is small and green
calixta nieto
It could feel the blood as it flowed through each vein and artery; a river of life cascading through all the various twists and turns that comprised its host. It could sense the firing of each individual synapse; energy made electricity, made thought, made action, and it with a front row seat to the show. Every spasm of muscle, every chemical reaction, every regenerating cell, it could feel all of it down to the most incomprehensibly minute detail. God, humans were such simple, boring creatures.
It was hideous and as it aproached, Terry ran, nobody would believe it could be so dangerous. It was unique, versatile, it was pure evil in its liquid state, a parasite, death in it’s unique form. Shapeless, mercyless.
Emiliano Campuzano
there was something amiss in his head. There was a scratching. An itch deep in his skull. He thought he was going completely insane. He would actually hear it. The parasite!
Shannon
Terri tried not to show any reaction as his greedy eyes probed her body. It was her fault, after all. She’d grown too comfortable, let her guard down, and shown a little too much skin. Or perhaps her perfume had attracted him. She grinned a tight close-lipped smile, waiting for him to get his fill.
Stick to my leg–call me a creep. Be the person I can’t separate from. Steal my lifeforce, my soul, my spirit. Take me to the deep and leave me to skeletonize near the Titanic for all or none to find one day. Be my demise. Be it.
E.M.P.
the need to feed
from desire’s
cup
never enough
we bloat
fat with fetish
fleshy, unripe
fruit
dropped from the branch
trying to tempt
truth
I feel like my word is full of parasites and some how I feel like one as well. Everyone wants to take and take and take and I feel like I give more than I ever have. Makes peter’s rants seem more powerful and disturbing than they used to be. How do i break the cycle and stop being consumed by them and protect my family from them as well?
WJ
i have parasite in my wall, but wait i never used parasite in my life so i dont know why im typing this.
“Hahahaha…hahaha…”
Nothing was right. It was too much. He grasped the sides of his head, wanting to scream but no sound coming out. Was this what madness was like? A parasite that never seemed to leave?
there’s a parasite under my skin and it’s dull and sparkling but somehow i cannot get a grasp on its color or its attitude. my veins tell me it is benign. they have been wrong before. but they trust me and i trust them but i do not trust it. it lingers and nibbles and scratches and my intestines are tangled and twisted like this parasite.
Brooke
Parasite. Weed. Something that takes life from someone without giving anything in return. That was one way to describe her. It had started off simple enough. She would come by, bat her eyelashes, get whatever she needed and then be gone the next morning without a trace…
Parasite. Weed. Something that takes life from someone without giving anything in return. That was one way to describe her. It had started off simple enough. She would come by, bat her eyelashes, get whatever she needed and then be gone the next morning without a trace.
Parasites are discussing and living with them is even worst. Calling an extermination is a drag but Lord knows I don’t want to be going asleep with these critters crawling around freely, ready to attack at any time.
Never be the parasite. Instead be the one killing the parasite. You will be the immortal weapon.
daphne
i felt like a parasite when I left my Universe. Inside of that cruel place, people where thinking about to consume each other. No one felt safe. It was an unnecesary reality. We were all trying to scape. It was a cold, aluminium place. It was all artificial, nothing was alive. humanity has been for so long to kill around them, to make a sterile environment, worshipping their fake idol of progress and evolution. So I didn´t know what to do, I needed to go. I wanted to be near the ocean and eternity. The only place real, true was when I closed my eyes and remembered that girl…..
I need now a vision, a way to redeem my soul from this caotic place to emptiness.
You take,
and take.
And never give.
The universe revolves around you,
at least so you think.
And once you’re done taking away all the life blood,
all the heart and soul from your victim,
you move one
with no remorse.
But you don’t know that your existence
is lonely,
putride,
pathetic.
You don’t know you’ll never have a friend
or a place to call home.
trapped in little teensy glue pools or pinned on corks and set atop a stream
their mouths rimmed with hooks and they pucker up for a kiss
round wounds round worms round bellies strings of lifer twisting out of the bottom of your foot
some are jellyfish some like the same stuff you did some people buy swordfish and pay extra for the movement from worms that decided finders keepers.
losers weepers weeping sores lick it away lick it away taste the warm rot and put the worm back in your arm
Their are a lot of little parasites. My boyfriend has leopard gecko and parasite gets the leopard gecko sick every once in a wile. They are a lot of different parecites
Aquel joven había sido como un parásito en su vida. Se había pegado a su piel y le había intentado absorber la vida. Fuera, fuera, le había repetido entre gritos y portazos. Entre peleas a las tantas de la madrugadas y los ojos llenos de las lágrimas que no conseguía contener.
The parasite that was exiting through the vein on my right did not scare me at all. I had spent many years thinking about this day and being worried about it, and now that it was here all I could feel was surreal happiness at the thought of finally meeting my maker. I felt a bond with it that I had never felt with anyone or anything before and it both excited me and made me scared of the inevitability of things to come.
Fadia
He was like a parasite. He leeched onto everything I did – every activity, every passion, every circle of friends I fraternized with – and sucked all the blood and energy out of me every time I was in the house or out. I knew I had to let him go, but doing so was like pulling a tapeworm out of my throat with a pair of tweezers and absolutely no external medical assistance. If I was going to get rid of this soul eroder of a boyfriend, I would need some help.
Belinda Roddie
Parasite mooch. They mooch on their host. Parasite is survivor. they live in every nook and corner. I have parasite in my head. i think. we all do. parasite is eating us alive. soon it will be walking dead all over the world!
Sasha
She could feel it now, slithering in her chest. It quivered with every beat of her heart, slowly tightening its grasp within her. It was red and raw and wriggling with life, and in a moment, she knew that all it wanted was to eat her alive.
Living like a parasite, off of another person.
“I can’t do this anymore, I just can’t. What am I supposed to do? I can’t simply just turn it off.”
“I know, I know it’s hard, trust me, I do.”
He was a parasite, and I never knew. He was my personal parasite and I love him so much. It wasn’t until he left had I realised the damage that came.
A BUG…I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS. IT SOUNDS WEIRD. AND YUP BYE BYE.
it is a bug who can get you really really sick and it is small and green
It could feel the blood as it flowed through each vein and artery; a river of life cascading through all the various twists and turns that comprised its host. It could sense the firing of each individual synapse; energy made electricity, made thought, made action, and it with a front row seat to the show. Every spasm of muscle, every chemical reaction, every regenerating cell, it could feel all of it down to the most incomprehensibly minute detail. God, humans were such simple, boring creatures.
It was hideous and as it aproached, Terry ran, nobody would believe it could be so dangerous. It was unique, versatile, it was pure evil in its liquid state, a parasite, death in it’s unique form. Shapeless, mercyless.
there was something amiss in his head. There was a scratching. An itch deep in his skull. He thought he was going completely insane. He would actually hear it. The parasite!
Terri tried not to show any reaction as his greedy eyes probed her body. It was her fault, after all. She’d grown too comfortable, let her guard down, and shown a little too much skin. Or perhaps her perfume had attracted him. She grinned a tight close-lipped smile, waiting for him to get his fill.
Stick to my leg–call me a creep. Be the person I can’t separate from. Steal my lifeforce, my soul, my spirit. Take me to the deep and leave me to skeletonize near the Titanic for all or none to find one day. Be my demise. Be it.
the need to feed
from desire’s
cup
never enough
we bloat
fat with fetish
fleshy, unripe
fruit
dropped from the branch
trying to tempt
truth
A tickle under my skin. Surely it’s just a fleeting, imaginary sensation. Then it happens again. Something squirming. Burrowing under my skin.
I feel like my word is full of parasites and some how I feel like one as well. Everyone wants to take and take and take and I feel like I give more than I ever have. Makes peter’s rants seem more powerful and disturbing than they used to be. How do i break the cycle and stop being consumed by them and protect my family from them as well?
i have parasite in my wall, but wait i never used parasite in my life so i dont know why im typing this.
“Hahahaha…hahaha…”
Nothing was right. It was too much. He grasped the sides of his head, wanting to scream but no sound coming out. Was this what madness was like? A parasite that never seemed to leave?
there’s a parasite under my skin and it’s dull and sparkling but somehow i cannot get a grasp on its color or its attitude. my veins tell me it is benign. they have been wrong before. but they trust me and i trust them but i do not trust it. it lingers and nibbles and scratches and my intestines are tangled and twisted like this parasite.
Parasite. Weed. Something that takes life from someone without giving anything in return. That was one way to describe her. It had started off simple enough. She would come by, bat her eyelashes, get whatever she needed and then be gone the next morning without a trace…
Parasite. Weed. Something that takes life from someone without giving anything in return. That was one way to describe her. It had started off simple enough. She would come by, bat her eyelashes, get whatever she needed and then be gone the next morning without a trace.
ewe parasites are nasty and aggravating they get inside of you and make you feel really bad they will make your stomach hurt really bad
i hate being used for something dumb and nobody should be used
“Your dog it has a parasite i’m sorry but it won’t live to see another day. We can help it by giving it some meds.
Parasites are discussing and living with them is even worst. Calling an extermination is a drag but Lord knows I don’t want to be going asleep with these critters crawling around freely, ready to attack at any time.
Never be the parasite. Instead be the one killing the parasite. You will be the immortal weapon.
i felt like a parasite when I left my Universe. Inside of that cruel place, people where thinking about to consume each other. No one felt safe. It was an unnecesary reality. We were all trying to scape. It was a cold, aluminium place. It was all artificial, nothing was alive. humanity has been for so long to kill around them, to make a sterile environment, worshipping their fake idol of progress and evolution. So I didn´t know what to do, I needed to go. I wanted to be near the ocean and eternity. The only place real, true was when I closed my eyes and remembered that girl…..
I need now a vision, a way to redeem my soul from this caotic place to emptiness.
M-eeeooowww.
Cat claws and toes.
Litter box pathogens.
Damn animal behavior.
Toxoplasmosis is the diagnosis.
I screamed silently in the mound of sand as the evil mastermind puled the lever and sent a terrifying swarm of bugs onto my entire body.
“B-b-b-but that’s *my* superpower! That violates the law of—”
Before long all the bugs changed color and released me onto the floor.
Then the universe imploded
You take,
and take.
And never give.
The universe revolves around you,
at least so you think.
And once you’re done taking away all the life blood,
all the heart and soul from your victim,
you move one
with no remorse.
But you don’t know that your existence
is lonely,
putride,
pathetic.
You don’t know you’ll never have a friend
or a place to call home.
I got nothing. I suppose that makes me a parasite to this world.
the parasite slowly took over the host day after day he looked more and more ill as he went on his days
a Diesase a parasite can be bugs or anything they live of of living thing to survive parasite are gross
trapped in little teensy glue pools or pinned on corks and set atop a stream
their mouths rimmed with hooks and they pucker up for a kiss
round wounds round worms round bellies strings of lifer twisting out of the bottom of your foot
some are jellyfish some like the same stuff you did some people buy swordfish and pay extra for the movement from worms that decided finders keepers.
losers weepers weeping sores lick it away lick it away taste the warm rot and put the worm back in your arm
Their are a lot of little parasites. My boyfriend has leopard gecko and parasite gets the leopard gecko sick every once in a wile. They are a lot of different parecites
a parasite is someone that leeches off of others. People can be parasites when they use others for personal gain. They are annoying and hurtful.
????????????????????????????????I really have no idea???????????????????????????????
John Hurt knows a thing or two of the phenomenon. Too bad he’s not around these days to explain.
The Patriarchy.
Aquel joven había sido como un parásito en su vida. Se había pegado a su piel y le había intentado absorber la vida. Fuera, fuera, le había repetido entre gritos y portazos. Entre peleas a las tantas de la madrugadas y los ojos llenos de las lágrimas que no conseguía contener.
The parasite that was exiting through the vein on my right did not scare me at all. I had spent many years thinking about this day and being worried about it, and now that it was here all I could feel was surreal happiness at the thought of finally meeting my maker. I felt a bond with it that I had never felt with anyone or anything before and it both excited me and made me scared of the inevitability of things to come.
He was like a parasite. He leeched onto everything I did – every activity, every passion, every circle of friends I fraternized with – and sucked all the blood and energy out of me every time I was in the house or out. I knew I had to let him go, but doing so was like pulling a tapeworm out of my throat with a pair of tweezers and absolutely no external medical assistance. If I was going to get rid of this soul eroder of a boyfriend, I would need some help.
Parasite mooch. They mooch on their host. Parasite is survivor. they live in every nook and corner. I have parasite in my head. i think. we all do. parasite is eating us alive. soon it will be walking dead all over the world!
She could feel it now, slithering in her chest. It quivered with every beat of her heart, slowly tightening its grasp within her. It was red and raw and wriggling with life, and in a moment, she knew that all it wanted was to eat her alive.