heavenslittlemachine-deactivate:

on november 16th 2023 in the wee hours of the night a message was captured through the world’s tiniest microphone, the last words of a sugar ant tracing her comrade’s pheromone trails towards a beautiful, overflowing and carelessly (with no care in the world!) open jar of pacific northwest wildflower honey. as she marched onward towards the jar, teeming already with the sticky, broken corpses of her fellows trapped under the viscous flow, she was heard smacking her little ant lips and saying: “i fucking love free will. i love choice. love to choose what i do.”