and die. Driving in on this highway. All these cars and upon the sidewalk. People in every direction. No words exchanged. No time to exchange. . When all the little ants are marching. Red and
, bein' eat alive by * ants. I'm thinking, what. happened to my ma, you know? And ever since then I've had a strong opinion about the psychopathic fools that's alive today in. America's fast food
Buildings in clouds here. Our time and our place, dear. There's life in us yet, love. These walls we will climb above. We really are ants now. Escape the nest somehow. I ache for a feeling. You came
battlefield. Set a table for a feast A tide of black, the Bishop's men. Equality their right. Swarmed like ants across the hill. Their aim at last in sight The King's men dressed in purest white. Were
