That person may think they are important and funny and hip and entertaining by virtue of their closeted family and friends acclaim but really they are less significant than an ant.
An atomic thing, at first attaining anteroom, antique, anthropology, anticipation… A creature by itself powerless, but a creature in a mob, a sentence.
The ant crawls across the counter. He doesn’t know how short his life has just become. SMACK! I should leave your body there as a warning to your friends, stupid creature.
The was a very small ant that gave me trouble in a very large way. The ant found its way into my soup, I didn’t like the taste of it one bit. The next time I find an ant in my soup I will just throw it away.
An ant is not just an ant. It is part of a larger and grander superorganism that works in amazing ways that is unimaginable. An ant can seem harmless, but be afraid of what a colony is capable of
Why aren’t we all like ants? They can carry much more than their body weight, the continue to work and work, never being asked. It is instinctual. Ants are the vulnerable versions of what we humans should be, and only because we are much more difficult to kill than ants.
If there is one word to describe Thailand, it could be …ant. i have never seen so many or so many different kinds of ants. they are very much a part of my daily life, and i have even taken to ant watching as a form of entertainment. They come in every size and every demeanor, from the biters to the ones who look like they ate too much xanax
joefeather
I hate them. They are all over my kitchen, and I cannot seem to make them go away. I call the exterminator, and he comes and gives me a lecture on the various types–sugar ants, crazy ants, Brazillian ants, blah, blah—just make them go away! I see them in my sleep sometimes!
Ants. So unrelatable. So puny, so meaningless in this world of giants. That’s what we like to tell ourselves at least. In our world, the landscape is the giant. The to the landscape, the world is the giant. To the world to the solar system to this star cluster to this galaxy to this galaxy cluster to this universe.
Roy
Ant down below trawling through the greenery. I see the leaves respond as your tiny little feet make prods in the stems of plants and over discarded crisp packets that daren’t be cleaned for fear of being called a clean freak.
M
I have this one dream where I am looking up at the world around me feeling the smallest I’ve ever felt. And I stutter. Oh how I stutter when I say what I need and what I want I stutter. And all I really want is a closer look at things. Where they started and where they’re ending but from this vantage point I can’t tell. Everything is one. And I think that the next time a birthday party is thrown for me. I’ll Gatsby if I’m there. Or I’ll simply not show if I know about it prior to. Because I don’t want that day when everyone keeps forgetting it anyway.
a formation of dots, crawling up through dew. early morning light doesn’t quite reveal the perfect system, trudging back and forth through the slit under the door, the tiled kitchen floor, the sleek, egg-shaped chairs and the small box of cookies, tipped over just enough to shed some crumbs. a yawn alerts the first soldier, and they quietly escape as the first soft footstep hits the staircase.
Carol
The young ant’s feelers moved, testing the air, looking for the chemical compositions that would tell her where food was. And when she caught the telltale taste, she set off, her feet moving rapidly, single minded determination to carry her where there was a feast. She left behind her own marker, bumping her rump against the ground as she went, signaling.
“Ma, why are all these ants here?”
“They just seem to know where the food is,” the irritated mother replied, over the picnic.
How cute! She hopped along the sidewalk carefully, insisting that she was trying not to step on any ants. She always had that big smile on her face, always excited, always joyful. It scared me to think that one day she’d be all grown up, wearing makeup to look pretty for a boy who doesn’t appreciate her, giving her all for people who don’t care enough, and figuring that not everyone walks through life trying not to step on the ants.
Hundreds of legs. Hundred of tiny things, like the tip of a toothpick, wiggling, crawling, urinating on your skin, festering, multiplying, conjugating like rabbits, stealing your fear, feasting on your fear, pricking you if you dare to move.
Bug from Starship. End of story. Definitelyyy worth watching. I LOVE TO KICK IT UP A NOTCHHHHHHHH……
Where do I fit? Where do I stand? Who are they to say who I am?
I SAY NOOOOOOO TO STATUS QUOOOOOOOO.
I actually hate ants. But this musical.. (which is on youtube. Starship by Starkid) has changed my perspective entirely.
Tara
It moves in hazy crazy lines
with no pattern to them but the faintest scents
and finds its way and winds its way to the sugar food it loves
and carries the burden on its back to its queen
not the queen it loves, but the queen its forced to serve beneath the iron will of the colony.
Ant s a tiny creature that crawls around tue dirty ground and are reliant on their queen. They make nests and sometimes they scare people with there spider-like legs. They feel weird when they go up your legs.
Tommy
“AAAAANT,” Quin says unendearingly.
“NO, SCREW YOU, IT’S NOT ANT,” I say, throwing a dirty pair of skinny jeans at his face. “It’s AWWWNT.”
“AWWWNT,” Quin repeats. “That doesn’t sound right at all.”
“Oh course, it’s right,” I say, sniffing a t-shirt to test its wearability, “This is my AWNT Gertrude, who is stepping on an AAAANT.”
“Fu-” Quin starts to say, but then my mother opens the door without knocking and, considering it’s just Quin and I sitting around in naught but our skivvies sorting through a mountain of laundry yelling words at the tops of our lungs, we smile innocently so as not to give the wrong impression.
Ant, ant is a small little thing that crawls around, has is own little world down the bottom of the earth.
Damon
do I have to really? studiousness and preventive care are two unity of analysis when I think of ants. I may be looking to find those two characteristics in myself these days-hence the previous sentence. My writing is self-doubtful, yes.
An ant is small. They’re tiny and not all that strong, however, if there were many ants, they’re unstoppable. Humans could learn a thing or two about teamwork from ants. They help each other. They do.
ant play with
aunt may
be a new way
to be in the way and hey,
how come when
a new life cycle begins
you judge a person based on
what may happen and
what maybe will still be a
new consequence
grace
Ants are small, they work together to achieve survival. Ants are usually living in large colony’s under the dirt in a normal backyard, there are several types of ants and there are aso several roles that ants can play such as bull ants black ants white ants then there are roles such as being a queen ant.
Josh ross
Ants are like surfs, they are only a brown version with more legs. They are annoying and look really really really really creapy!!! I like ants though, they are cool. Hee hee!
Dominator
They are little but strong, they are small but have so much determination, they are ants, little yet strong as gold.
There are all different kinds of ants, some hurt you, some tickle you and some even want you to flee from them and make themselves look strong. It is always hard to find them in the wild because if there small and textures bodies
All ants a not much to humans but if we really started to study About them we could learn alot.
I saw an ant I’m my backyard yesterday but it wasn’t just an ordinary and it was an ant with very very sharp teeth with hair like a spider. When I went back outsde I took a photo.
Nick
Ant and elephant two very different things one is super fat and one is tiny and little. elephants have big noses And ants don’t
An ant is an insect that is very small, the species lives in an ant hill, where it survives and brings food back to it’s colony, in that certain ant hill. The smaller ants often bring back food to the queen ant.
Ant
An ant is a very strong little insect but it the bad thing is that it can not lift a foot. SPLAT!!!!!
Ranga
Ant I don’t like ants the bite and only care about the queen and have only on job feeding the queen and get her fat what a boring job nip nip nip goes the ant.
Joelzer12
Ants are little annoying creatures that run around your house and steal your food. They are very annoying I like setting honey traps the ant runs in and gets stuck, stupid ants.
Jack
A ant is a liitle insect that can het really annoying sometimes. ,they collect food for the queen and there eggs. Book w make working ants.
Brock
Ants are animals which are extremely small, they are blind and relie only on their smell to find there food and water.
Sam Baum
Ants are small ants are tiny things that u squish when you walk. Ants have tiny brains and we have big ones
That person may think they are important and funny and hip and entertaining by virtue of their closeted family and friends acclaim but really they are less significant than an ant.
An atomic thing, at first attaining anteroom, antique, anthropology, anticipation… A creature by itself powerless, but a creature in a mob, a sentence.
The ant crawls across the counter. He doesn’t know how short his life has just become. SMACK! I should leave your body there as a warning to your friends, stupid creature.
Together we’ll break them down
Together we’ll take them on
Together we’ll win this war
Because a million ants united is more powerful than before.
Question: When you see an anthills, you see nature right? Well, then why don’t you see nature when you see a skyscrapers and cities?
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Think about it…
The was a very small ant that gave me trouble in a very large way. The ant found its way into my soup, I didn’t like the taste of it one bit. The next time I find an ant in my soup I will just throw it away.
An ant is not just an ant. It is part of a larger and grander superorganism that works in amazing ways that is unimaginable. An ant can seem harmless, but be afraid of what a colony is capable of
Why aren’t we all like ants? They can carry much more than their body weight, the continue to work and work, never being asked. It is instinctual. Ants are the vulnerable versions of what we humans should be, and only because we are much more difficult to kill than ants.
If there is one word to describe Thailand, it could be …ant. i have never seen so many or so many different kinds of ants. they are very much a part of my daily life, and i have even taken to ant watching as a form of entertainment. They come in every size and every demeanor, from the biters to the ones who look like they ate too much xanax
I hate them. They are all over my kitchen, and I cannot seem to make them go away. I call the exterminator, and he comes and gives me a lecture on the various types–sugar ants, crazy ants, Brazillian ants, blah, blah—just make them go away! I see them in my sleep sometimes!
Ants. So unrelatable. So puny, so meaningless in this world of giants. That’s what we like to tell ourselves at least. In our world, the landscape is the giant. The to the landscape, the world is the giant. To the world to the solar system to this star cluster to this galaxy to this galaxy cluster to this universe.
Ant down below trawling through the greenery. I see the leaves respond as your tiny little feet make prods in the stems of plants and over discarded crisp packets that daren’t be cleaned for fear of being called a clean freak.
I have this one dream where I am looking up at the world around me feeling the smallest I’ve ever felt. And I stutter. Oh how I stutter when I say what I need and what I want I stutter. And all I really want is a closer look at things. Where they started and where they’re ending but from this vantage point I can’t tell. Everything is one. And I think that the next time a birthday party is thrown for me. I’ll Gatsby if I’m there. Or I’ll simply not show if I know about it prior to. Because I don’t want that day when everyone keeps forgetting it anyway.
a formation of dots, crawling up through dew. early morning light doesn’t quite reveal the perfect system, trudging back and forth through the slit under the door, the tiled kitchen floor, the sleek, egg-shaped chairs and the small box of cookies, tipped over just enough to shed some crumbs. a yawn alerts the first soldier, and they quietly escape as the first soft footstep hits the staircase.
The young ant’s feelers moved, testing the air, looking for the chemical compositions that would tell her where food was. And when she caught the telltale taste, she set off, her feet moving rapidly, single minded determination to carry her where there was a feast. She left behind her own marker, bumping her rump against the ground as she went, signaling.
“Ma, why are all these ants here?”
“They just seem to know where the food is,” the irritated mother replied, over the picnic.
How cute! She hopped along the sidewalk carefully, insisting that she was trying not to step on any ants. She always had that big smile on her face, always excited, always joyful. It scared me to think that one day she’d be all grown up, wearing makeup to look pretty for a boy who doesn’t appreciate her, giving her all for people who don’t care enough, and figuring that not everyone walks through life trying not to step on the ants.
Hundreds of legs. Hundred of tiny things, like the tip of a toothpick, wiggling, crawling, urinating on your skin, festering, multiplying, conjugating like rabbits, stealing your fear, feasting on your fear, pricking you if you dare to move.
Bug from Starship. End of story. Definitelyyy worth watching. I LOVE TO KICK IT UP A NOTCHHHHHHHH……
Where do I fit? Where do I stand? Who are they to say who I am?
I SAY NOOOOOOO TO STATUS QUOOOOOOOO.
I actually hate ants. But this musical.. (which is on youtube. Starship by Starkid) has changed my perspective entirely.
It moves in hazy crazy lines
with no pattern to them but the faintest scents
and finds its way and winds its way to the sugar food it loves
and carries the burden on its back to its queen
not the queen it loves, but the queen its forced to serve beneath the iron will of the colony.
An ant, under a foot.
But am I the ant,
or am I the foot?
Ant s a tiny creature that crawls around tue dirty ground and are reliant on their queen. They make nests and sometimes they scare people with there spider-like legs. They feel weird when they go up your legs.
“AAAAANT,” Quin says unendearingly.
“NO, SCREW YOU, IT’S NOT ANT,” I say, throwing a dirty pair of skinny jeans at his face. “It’s AWWWNT.”
“AWWWNT,” Quin repeats. “That doesn’t sound right at all.”
“Oh course, it’s right,” I say, sniffing a t-shirt to test its wearability, “This is my AWNT Gertrude, who is stepping on an AAAANT.”
“Fu-” Quin starts to say, but then my mother opens the door without knocking and, considering it’s just Quin and I sitting around in naught but our skivvies sorting through a mountain of laundry yelling words at the tops of our lungs, we smile innocently so as not to give the wrong impression.
Ant, ant is a small little thing that crawls around, has is own little world down the bottom of the earth.
do I have to really? studiousness and preventive care are two unity of analysis when I think of ants. I may be looking to find those two characteristics in myself these days-hence the previous sentence. My writing is self-doubtful, yes.
An ant is small. They’re tiny and not all that strong, however, if there were many ants, they’re unstoppable. Humans could learn a thing or two about teamwork from ants. They help each other. They do.
ant play with
aunt may
be a new way
to be in the way and hey,
how come when
a new life cycle begins
you judge a person based on
what may happen and
what maybe will still be a
new consequence
Ants are small, they work together to achieve survival. Ants are usually living in large colony’s under the dirt in a normal backyard, there are several types of ants and there are aso several roles that ants can play such as bull ants black ants white ants then there are roles such as being a queen ant.
Ants are like surfs, they are only a brown version with more legs. They are annoying and look really really really really creapy!!! I like ants though, they are cool. Hee hee!
They are little but strong, they are small but have so much determination, they are ants, little yet strong as gold.
There are all different kinds of ants, some hurt you, some tickle you and some even want you to flee from them and make themselves look strong. It is always hard to find them in the wild because if there small and textures bodies
All ants a not much to humans but if we really started to study About them we could learn alot.
I saw an ant I’m my backyard yesterday but it wasn’t just an ordinary and it was an ant with very very sharp teeth with hair like a spider. When I went back outsde I took a photo.
Ant and elephant two very different things one is super fat and one is tiny and little. elephants have big noses And ants don’t
An ant is an insect that is very small, the species lives in an ant hill, where it survives and brings food back to it’s colony, in that certain ant hill. The smaller ants often bring back food to the queen ant.
Ant
An ant is a very strong little insect but it the bad thing is that it can not lift a foot. SPLAT!!!!!
Ant I don’t like ants the bite and only care about the queen and have only on job feeding the queen and get her fat what a boring job nip nip nip goes the ant.
Ants are little annoying creatures that run around your house and steal your food. They are very annoying I like setting honey traps the ant runs in and gets stuck, stupid ants.
A ant is a liitle insect that can het really annoying sometimes. ,they collect food for the queen and there eggs. Book w make working ants.
Ants are animals which are extremely small, they are blind and relie only on their smell to find there food and water.
Ants are small ants are tiny things that u squish when you walk. Ants have tiny brains and we have big ones
I am small and I’m the tiniest. I’m always getting stepped on by little kids. I’m an ant.
An ant is a small bug that carries objects heveyer then its weight