the brown bag prophet was sitting at a park bench staring out at the ocean with his feet held up from the ground practicing a new yoga position i posited he said no just saw some red ants as i was walking here and then got that feeling maybe there’s some ants just below my feet getting ready to crawl all over me that same feeling one gets when viewing today’s political scene ants crawling all over you invading that little space of sanity that you still have left so like so many in this nation i’ve gone into a fetal position reminding myself of the germinal values of this now dying nation
I think many of us have gone into the fetal position this last year, Charlie. Though I’m feeling the stirrings of a new grassroots movement of late. Let us hope…
Yes, I feel the red ants crawling, trying to find the entrance into my soul. But I have a very long history of protecting my soul and I don’t plan on stopping at this late age.
I think many of us have gone into the fetal position this last year, Charlie. Though I’m feeling the stirrings of a new grassroots movement of late. Let us hope…
invading that little space of sanity – ain’t a truer word been said!
Yes, I feel the red ants crawling, trying to find the entrance into my soul. But I have a very long history of protecting my soul and I don’t plan on stopping at this late age.
sanity and privacy