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.