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in the network
burrowing tunnels to a greater tomorrow
lacking sight of the bigger picture
just a lowlife nobody
until the quiet of death
a mound of dirt
is our entire world
By katiekieran URL on 09.06.2011
He walked slowly. The most I remember about him is that he was walking very slowly, and then suddenly he sped up, as if there was a sudden rush.
It got real dark and the wind was mighty, mighty! I couldn’t move because of the gust of wind pushing me down, and that’s all I remember. I guess I’m here now…
By Dovikles URL on 09.06.2011
Like an ant I can carry more of my fair share. Make a mountain move. Invisible to humans maybe, but not to me. And others like me. The bedrock of being. I move with the certainty and might of purpose.
By siobhan347 URL on 09.06.2011
A an s. An ant sat on a tree and the ant jumped off of the tree. And we will fix the ant.
By Eli on 09.06.2011
so small that little guy. So much creepy packed into a little package. I hate when you find your way on my leg, when I am relaxing in the grass.
By Natalie on 09.06.2011
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.