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Insane Writer
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Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: On the border of my Outer Circle of Thought
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Jan 10th, 2010, 05:23 PM
Bees
I asked my mother to tell me please
What it was like to be covered with bees
Fur and feelers all over my skin
Crawling all over my ears and chin
My hands and feet, my eyes and knees
Covered every inch in bees
To sit and feel this tickly sensation
Unable to move from consternation
That in one second every bee
Would jab their stingers into me
To sit and wait without a care
As they swarmed in and out of my hair
Across my nails and in my nose
Inside and out of my clothes
My mother said that my initial reaction
Would be pleasure and pain, and then satisfaction
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"I refuse to prove that I exist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing." "But," says Man, "The Babel fish proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't." "Oh dear," says God, "I hadn't thought of that," and promptly vanished in a puff of logic.
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