eerily_prescient_captcha raze i was going to write something about how i've grown so uncomfortable with the idea of killing any living thing, i make a point of gently evacuating all the ants from any leftover apple slices at the end of the day at nuts_to_you so they can go about their business. once i stood in the doorway and saw one of the myriad workers crawling across the walnut fragment i held in my hand, mute and resolute. i touched the tip of the serrated seed to the frame that braced our bodies and waited for the insect to cross an improvised edible bridge to freedom. while i was collecting my thoughts, i saw what the turing test required me to type so i could prove my humanity: kllbug. 230712 what's it to you? who go blather from