Skip to main content

Ants

 Ants are stupid. They wander around in the spectrum of earth leaving trails of Formic acid. Darwin probably made them do this. Other ants follow the trails and there you have industry, Communist-style. That trail may lead to foodstuff--a dead worm, a piece of candy. This provides Ants with purpose tho it looks pretty stupid. The trail might lead to aphids, which ants milk for sugar or something. We call this a symbiotic relationship because neither side gets the better of the other. Ants wear Iron Man suits made from sclerotinand possess super strength. So why don’t they fly around saving the world? Who knows, who cares? Ants staying occupied and following the formic acid keeps their Communism alive. Whatever they find at the far end of the formic trail they bring back to camp and whoever's in charge. No one gets rich in this system except that one in charge. No one voted for that ant, either, they just won the birthright lottery. The rest remain lumpen. You wouldn't know about lumpen but it makes the many seem like one. Unlike you who are unique and precious.


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

A List of Words

It begins with a scanning of light, a settlement of words. The lightly fracture of Bird sound begins in the office of seeing. Not sentiment but sense, as cool as Green in the Early days. Pasture resists nonpasture, no one Refers to none. All remains including nothing. Morning Is belief and there simply there. Tides go freshly to the point.

The Left of Intention

Blistered arrangement in Obama's plant. That plant is excised with cultured cells looking for the sun. Obama brands name in this stampede, and we leak alert. A new orange smokes upon the evening landscape, parlance for yesterday, then blue over the gushing land today. Stay happy with Obama, or paralax, or the motion across the kitchen floor, of something. Something secret leaves the hives. Something secret seeks the plant. The plant is poised like anything. Tussle continues, with new verbs vectoring the continuation. Obama bravely last the night, sweatshop slogan. Our President, haply, but effort contorts all known regions of meaning. The South, for instance, the West, the North and its East, and so on, dilations. There was a lake above. A blue and now it is shining morning lake. It was above, like the cat, or even more, when we are attuned. Obama battles with all words, Even as the proposition institutes some collision hardly to be compelled. All this exceeds ramifications. Our Pr...

The Citizen Would Leave

  Across lean tar pits of localised conveyance, news from sadly nowhere and other quackery. The entire rich crunch vibrates to the center, where stopping begins. Look where the adjectives go. The people as multiplied assumption and ducking away show causation by tumbleweed drift. Moral code exists as prosecution, pronounced as caring. Nuclear rocks decompose, discompose. Stictures from the one god populates the beaten numbers between us. We can all die with advantage to hear the startling judgment. The bonfire of Babylon made happiness exist. We cannot squeeze more love from this rock. Donald’s day has spoken, mellifluous tar.