Call me stupid. I'm a bit lost. A bit like an ant on a tire. I'm the ant, and this story is the tire. The ant knows there's something big there, but she can't comprehend it. It is above and beyond her understanding.

There's intense conflict between these two girls, and I like the mystery of not knowing anything else. The perfect midget story.

~Leeona Trance

I called "the deadline" a poem... Oops x_X