We are ants , just that

We divide into colonies , wage wars against each other , kill each other , trample on each others throats to climb up the social ladder, yearning for the top not caring on whose faces our boots stomp.

Insignificant insects we seem to be, and then are no more.

But this is not 1914 anymore , this new "1914" is coming in the nuclear age.

Maybe we flew to close towards the sun.

I've held that view for years


We are ants

We spell, therefore we are.

we are. still stupid. but georgie isn't the deciderer anymore. he can't do as he pleases. trying to burnish the shit for history.

Except for when ants are crawling on it.

"Right in Two" by Tool

Angels on the sideline,
Puzzled and amused.
Why did Father give these humans free will?
Now they're all confused.

Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys
Where there's one you're bound to divide it
Right in two

Angels on the sideline,
Baffled and confused.
Father blessed them all with reason,
And this is what they choose?

Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys give them thumbs they forge a blade
And where there's one they're bound to divide it
Right in two

Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys give them thumbs they make a club,
And beat their brother down.
How they survive so misguided is a mystery.
Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability,
To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here.

/ Cut it all right in two]
/ Cutting our love right in two]

Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky
Fight over your lie, over blood, over anything
Fight over love, over sun, over nothing
Fight till they die,
(Ahhh!) over what? for their ending

Angels on the sideline again,
Benched along with patience and reason.
Angels on the sideline again,
Wondering where this tug of war will end.

/ Cut it all right in two]
/ Cutting our love right in two]

:P