the_bee fyn gula he flew like a bee from flower to flower, taking what he needed, buzzing with adventure, from country to country acquiring three languages and an education almost as diverse. when the fragrant white and pink blossoms fell and the tiny green fruit swelled, he heard about it in handpainted cards with real letters made from black ink, pictures that took time. and when he returned, he found the trees picked bare, except for over ripe ones rotting on the ground. he drank himself drunk on the fermented nectar. stinger yet intact, smiling with intoxication, sharing stories of firenze, seville, and marseille. 010222 ... donaldson Omigawd, I don't know where to start... 020315 ... unhinged is still in my garbage can dead as a doornail 020315 ... Mahayana photograph this if strength of character exists notoriously a most beauteous yet creature of trepidation imparted existence to consign one undemanding kiss-and-tell upon your very own identity :: isn’t that sort of romantic :: ¿[will any of us ever give the impression of being upon a bee sting the same ever once more]? :: natures romance :: [i shall endeavor to consider this as i am subjected to my first creatures kiss] 020316 ... Mahayana significantly esteemed plummeting have faith in continuous ground anicent worlds architects of mysteriousness desired food most wanted preservation souls of nymphs taste us with callous decals of ones own demise :: upon temples of Eryx symbols of honeycombs ::pythagoreans hexagon expression of aphrodites sacred number six [dual triple goddess] who worshiped bees as her sacred creatures who understood how to create perfect hexagons in their honey comb: meditate upon the endless triangular lattice, all 60 degree angles... revelations of the underlying symmetry of the cosmos Ephesian temple of Artemis melissae were accompanied by eunuch priests known as essenes meaning drones it was only the Goddess Demeter the purest of mother bees that has punctured your flesh moon goddess the maker of the honey which was used in purification hymenoptera veiled-winged ruling over love makings rituals [{ever smell the burning taints of beehives around to face in opposite direction when a corpse was carried out of the house}] 020317 ... mon whizzed by_me so_fast i_didn't_notice it on my_lips 030831 ... ferret pee pee'd on me 030831 ... bzz I'm sorry I have to do this, but I'm going to have to sting you. I'm a bee and you've come dangerously close. We can't afford any intruders, for we've spent weeks building this comb. I will die for my cause, and you will curse out loud. It's all I can do. 030901 what's it to you? who go blather from