<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>The spot was perfect for a painting. As if they knew that you were watching and looking for inspiration, two twin birds come shooting out of the woods; startling perhaps, but there was no denying their grace as they spiraled around each other in the air like a double helix, soared upward, and perched on the edge of the art building roof. They peered out over the clearing and into the wood, side by side, and occasionally preening their brilliant green feathers.<br/><br/>In reality, however, these two birds that seemed to just be playing with each other, were hunting. Something had attracted them, but they had not gotten a lock on it yet. They darted their heads all about, searching the area for something subtle that was calling out to them, and the signal was getting stronger by the second. One of them swooped down and landed on the bench across from you. The other was quick to follow. With them now only a few feet away, you can see that these were not ordinary birds. Their green feathers were made of bristled plant fibers and their bodies and legs were tangles of the same material. These were orgasm harvesters.