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So I saw a crazy pile of ants on my way home, and I composed an inane storyblog in my head, but I'm too depressed./lazy to actually commit it to writing so I thought I would just boil it down to the three lines I liked.

1. I wish I was that small. Lord knows I've felt it before, in shame, in pettyness... in the one that follows the other.

2. I step over the pile, as careful as a new Buddhist.

3. I wonder what compelled them up. Perhaps some rampagine earthworm below, or dropped cupcake above, long since carried away, maybe just a celebration of the moon, which tonight peeks through the clouds, looking like some veiled gypsy bride.

Fin.