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For a considered ant's opinion

by kenpepiton

Where I live, you see, is the future which nobody saw coming but me, and I guarantee, its truth, I consider ants sentient, indeed. I cringe for my imaginary Jain friends, I just smashed another dozen scouting sugar ants, and I sang to them as I did, hoping their tiny antennae knew the deal, we throw ant-edibles in rodent safe containers, out past the edge of the motion sensors, ants of all common sorts are welcome. - because our fire ants have some how mellowed - since arriving from Texas on waves of dread… fire ants, maybe that kind never got here. any way - now, we live with them and all the others - on the edge of the eastern pacific - super colony that has no war - on its inner or outer edges. But one must consider ants as sapient sentients, senders of signals, wireless radio, wee-tiny antennae vibes, to sing a song ants can translate that says, This human says: I shall kill all you send to my kitchen. It is a thought song, you think it, as you kill. You might try it if, you consider ants are not just pests, but interesting life tools, for living in dirt with no screens, lack so obvious it is noticed by any with attention to antennae as intense as that that of Everest Pax, who in April began his sixth year… Now, who can hold the ant mind long enough to imagine the queen, with Ender-vision? Through the eyes that watched me kill the scouts, and signal boundaries to the Queen.
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kenpepiton
77 / M / Pine Valley CA
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Written by
kenpepiton
77 / M / Pine Valley CA
Published
Jun 12, 2021
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3m
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Home alone with the next generation. Peace on earth is a location problem, we can fix if we send the right signals in time.

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