I found a dead moth in the kitchen and brought it to my room, planning to bury it in the morning. As I slept, ants nibbled away at the moth. The ones that were still there when I woke up were squished as I reclaimed what remained of the moth. Now it's in the garden, resting under a tiny tombstone... and I dislike ants.
I've had an urge to express the mundane events and activities I've involved myself in lately. :|
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... what's left of it?
on the table:
pencil sharpenings strewn around
erasers with edges worn round
drained out pens from overuse
half drunk cups of apple juice
on the paper:
a picture formed of lines and shading
drawn with ink that is slowly fading
an ant a moth and a girl in black
a scene to make the mind go slack
mann, you can draw so well feng :D
wah ><" moth.
that drawing really looks like you 0_0
what else have ya been up ta lately
!? we should catch up?
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