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As soon as the power fails, the mosquitoes fly in from God-knows-where.  The mosquito repellent is the fortress which they cannot penetrate.  Blessed be the man who invented it.  Blessed is the man who does not suck others’ blood and prevents others from doing it.

Mosquitoes are born to suck blood.  Even at the milk-swollen breasts, they will suck only blood.  The very purpose of their existence is to suck blood and to blast our eardrums with their buzz.  They think they are entertaining us with their music.  And they put up their daises where three or four creatures gather innocuously, for purchasing the provisions for the body or for their tête-à-tête with their god, food for the soul.  All around the dais they will erect monstrous loud speakers.  And the buzz will begin.  Ear-splitting buzz.  The buzz will lull us to sleep.  And then they suck our blood.  Giving our blood, we attain our orgasms. 

Most mosquitoes move through twilights and moonlights.  But they never see the dawn.  The dawn is their enemy.  The dimness of twilights and moonlights keeps their wings flapping.  And their mouths yapping.  While their proboscises perform the art of penetration.  They are experts in penetration.  

The only fortress they cannot penetrate is the repellent.  Hail to thee, great repellent!



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  1. Mosquitoes are a real nuisance to the sleep.

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    1. They breed diseases too, a threat to life and esp liveliness!

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  2. Oh the mosquito! they never refuse to bow their heads infront of the mighty humans...

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  3. They indeed thrive in the dark hours - the mosquitoes that plague humanity these days....If only there were more repellents than mosquitoes...

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    1. Repellents have to be created while mosquitoes belong to nature. Nature vs. culture!

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