Ant Farm

I have an ant farm in my bedroom. I give them food and water – everything they need to live. Still, they would seem to not even know I exist. I love them, but need them to love me. If they don’t love me, I will punish them. I have a magnifying glass. I will torture them. I have to. Someone has to feel pain. If not them then my son. Yes, if I throw the ants on my son, causing them to bite him mercilessly, then I won’t have to punish them for not loving me.

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