I got stung by a bee in second grade. I had an itch on my nose and went to scratch it and looked down a couple minutes later to find a bee in my hand. It was... weird.
I just wanna get out,
Stuck inside of this.
Waiting for something else,
afealicious wrote:bees remind me of a bully from my old school who essentially ruined my life. she wore an ugly bee hat and i want to murder her still.
that is all.
kids these days wanting to kill one another. that's no good.
afealicious wrote:bees remind me of a bully from my old school who essentially ruined my life. she wore an ugly bee hat and i want to murder her still.
that is all.
kids these days wanting to kill one another. that's no good.
beees make honey
you would think the same. anybody would, in my shoes. I HATED HER. she is the only person i have truly hated with all my gut in my entire life, and probably ever will.
one hot dayi was wearing sandals, and a bee got kinda stuck between my foot and my sandal. it hurt like a bitch.
laurel wrote:i once had a dream i was being chased by a giant bee. a very slow, very giant bee. i hid behind a boat.
:lol::lol:
jen wrote:the poison sac and sting are attached to the bee's skeleton. when the bee tries to struggle free it basically pulls its guts apart.
yeah, uhh, ewwwwwwwww.
"if the nuremberg trials were applied to us foreign policy, every us president since 1945 would have been hanged." noam chomsky.
...and this is me hanging on / i'd burn our initials in the sun if it would shine / anxiety chokes me like razor wire / if hate's in your heart man, you'll take what you're given / wake up / i'm not the only one / it's never goodbye / go ahead and play dead / if everyone's a casualty, then take your time, there ain't no trouble / these wounds they will not heal / ambition can be a tricky thing / what the hell do i know about rape anyway? / this is not what i hoped for / ain't it so weird how it makes you a weapon / who will be there to tell me how stupid i am? / those living for death will die by their own hand / and it's me that I am spying on / pick up the pieces and live with the stars / hurry up and wait / things have never been so swell / they're always the ones who slowly drift / be great / ...and this is my world.