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the weird orange-eyed bee people


my beekeeping Lady

Status Report 9

Strawberries are stiff and dry.
I prefer berries made out of berries.

I was an Old Testicle kind of guy,
believed in an eye for an eye,
until the whole world went blind.

Those without sin need cast their first atone.

There’s buried treasure
beneath her cotton white robe,
nipple on mountain seek.

Oh my! what orange eyes you have!
The better to squeeze you, my dear.

Rain comes, rain goes,
sometimes sun, sometimes haze,
the days are rearranged.

Wherever the buck stops, it damn sure ain’t here.

The daily wheel awoke
I walk to turn the spokes
pulling life I’m yoked.

Be aware the Ides of June, the Ides of May,
keep both Ides open.

– Smith, 6.15.2015

Was a bit trepidatious yesterday inspecting our beehive since last time they stung my hand and it swoll into a lobster claw for 3 days, but I went without protective gear anyway. It went fine until we were gathering everything to leave and I picked up a bit of burr comb we’d removed from the hive; there was a bee on it who didn’t like being squeezed and it stung the end of my thumb.

I took some Benadryl right away, then twice more before bed. No swelling yesterday, and this morning I wake with a swollen right thumb. But it’s not too bad. just big and tight and awkward because you use your thumb for everything from picking up your coffee cup to flicking a Bic to toke.

Learn and live so you can live and learn.



her beekeeping man

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