What a pain the rear end, are ants. Not that I mind them over much but the aggravation they cause is enormous. Can’t see that they achieve anything worthwhile but goodness do they work like Trojans. Non stop. Work! You have to admire that, if nothing else.
I had promised to keep my eyes shut tight, so I couldn’t look at what she was doing to me now. Sprawled out on the grass, I felt her tickling my arm, slowly but inexorably making her way towards my elbow. Her delicate fingertips felt like a few tiny ants, playfully dancing up my arm.
The ice dripped down his back, creating shivers throughout his body. It felt as if ants were crawling on his back, when it was only the reaction caused by the burns reacting to the ice. He’d never let her talk him into destroying another factory ever again.
And what are we but insects under a wide sky, an endless chain of broken paperclips? What are we doing but eating and drinking and fucking and sleeping? What are we but ants afloat on an endless ocean?
What are we doing to change?
What are we doing to set the world on fire?
the ants crawled all in a row, and she had remembered how she would sit there and smoosh them with her thumbs until they were just little black blobs. and she imagined them screaming and writhing in pain. she drowned them when they were in her bathroom, watching them swim until they stopped moving. her heart broke every time she did these things, but then she just felt that they mirrored how she felt.
ants go marching two by two. how is it that even the most miniscule of creatures gets to march two by two, and i, the pinnacle of creation, am left to march in solitary sadness? it just isn’t right. where is the other half of my two by two?
Don’t we all feel like ants? Crawling around in aimless circles only to build and rebuild torn down homes and lives? it’s the life of an ant. It’s the life of me.
What a pain the rear end, are ants. Not that I mind them over much but the aggravation they cause is enormous. Can’t see that they achieve anything worthwhile but goodness do they work like Trojans. Non stop. Work! You have to admire that, if nothing else.
ok i got this ants are small strong aggressive mean squishable sometimes red tiny annoying and antsy
I had promised to keep my eyes shut tight, so I couldn’t look at what she was doing to me now. Sprawled out on the grass, I felt her tickling my arm, slowly but inexorably making her way towards my elbow. Her delicate fingertips felt like a few tiny ants, playfully dancing up my arm.
The ice dripped down his back, creating shivers throughout his body. It felt as if ants were crawling on his back, when it was only the reaction caused by the burns reacting to the ice. He’d never let her talk him into destroying another factory ever again.
red
small
strong
ant
many of them
sugar ants
hungry
annoying
trembling
And what are we but insects under a wide sky, an endless chain of broken paperclips? What are we doing but eating and drinking and fucking and sleeping? What are we but ants afloat on an endless ocean?
What are we doing to change?
What are we doing to set the world on fire?
Ants in my pants?
Not really.
I could sit and sit and sit and sit. As long as I have something to read.
Luckily for me the Internet came along, then the iPhone.
No more back-of-the-toothpaste tube reading for me. Noooo.
I remember the first time I enncountered hyperlinks. U-h-oh, I thought. True dat.
the ants crawled all in a row, and she had remembered how she would sit there and smoosh them with her thumbs until they were just little black blobs. and she imagined them screaming and writhing in pain. she drowned them when they were in her bathroom, watching them swim until they stopped moving. her heart broke every time she did these things, but then she just felt that they mirrored how she felt.
i kill ant and dont even think about it to all u peta murders peta sucks if u are in peta u should end it all now peta is ful of wacos
ants go marching two by two. how is it that even the most miniscule of creatures gets to march two by two, and i, the pinnacle of creation, am left to march in solitary sadness? it just isn’t right. where is the other half of my two by two?
Don’t we all feel like ants? Crawling around in aimless circles only to build and rebuild torn down homes and lives? it’s the life of an ant. It’s the life of me.