Entomophagy

Edible eggs and larvae of Oentomophyla smarandina (Asian weaver ants) on the screen, while on the top right mummy and daddy during a trophallaxis kisses!

Romance I

Pull out your jackets bitch! Are you soaring me already as voraciousness Piranha its prey? I'll put you in a pond with a Pygocentrus nattereri so that Prana can still blow through your gills. In that shallow surface where the swallow is taking-off and you can easily jump to it. Your pour desire is letting me to the ground. A scotch tape around your mouth, but a biodegradable one to hear your speech at the end of the cycle that never be. Gabriel is around you looking through your eyes, enveloping you with his wings, would you like to perform again, love? In a grid, spitting out an avalanche of shuffling words. Should I chisel your name on your rear or your forehead, so that you can see? Saturnidae, but retching. Sitting by your side on Isoptera chair, smoking the last ash. Un-stagger my walking, gradual while going there while your Anisoptera soul is hovering through the white Chandra rainbow laying on a pea, where a choir of Erithacus rubecula is singing your name, the sweetest one.