a_triumph_of_resistance crOwl honey falls from the sky and my hair is sticky with the abundance everywhere bees are jealous yelling profanities, screaming at the windows of their keepers. WAKE UP it's morning and we are running out of life. we are desperate for intervention we are empty dreaming of the way it used to be. so i took a shower for an hour and then tied strings to every one of their legs until i looked like i had one yellow and black balloon that was alive. it was what they wanted me to do. they were just so afraid of dying. 050203 what's it to you? who go blather from