Life Lol

We are standing in a garden made of bees built on a foundation of white stones made of cracking eggshells (very good finish). We are running around like idiots, trying to eat the bees because we are hungry. All the fruits are made of bees. The bees fertilize the fruits by eating other bees and having sex with them (order unimportant). Our behavior makes no difference and we are aware of the collapsibility of our world. We are trying to have a good time in this sadistic painful bee garden. We are covered in raspberry welts from the bee fruits. People come over and say we love it, we love your scary garden. We say yes, this is a scary garden but we live in it.

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SOMETHING MATERIAL THAT MAY BE PERCEIVED BY THE SENSES

Easily Chewed Something That Has The Real Or Symbolic Capability Of Initiating A Catastrophe

SOMETHING MATERIAL THAT MAY BE PERCEIVED BY THE SENSES

A BOTTLE WITH A FLARING LIP, THAT IS A SIGHTLESS TRANSPARENT OR TRANSLUCENT MATERIAL CONSISTING TYPICALLY OF A MIXTURE OF SILICATES

A kind in amorphous materials formed from a melt by cooling to rigidity without crystallization and a child of one’s uncle or aunt, an object of curiosity or contempt and nothing discouraging familiarities an unbroken a phenomenon of light or visual perception that enables one to differentiate otherwise identical objects suffering pain or grief and an order in a group of interacting bodies under the influence of related forces to giving added force. All this and not of common quality, not unmarked by regularity in not being like or similar to. The element or factor that separates or distinguishes contrasting situations is stretching out.