To know exactly what you’re doing, and where you’re going.
To not have to worry about being unique.
To have a place.
Phasma Faelis
bee. a flying organism which when it stings you, it burns with a sentsation you can not ignore. take the last e off and you can be-come anything you want. you want to BE a lawyer, you want to BE a teacher. This can be for many things so let your find fly free and think.
Hannah
this animal is a good hardwork i think is beautifull
caaw
uhm. It stings me, I don’t like it, although I’ve never actually been stung so I suppose I wouldn’t know if I liked it or not – but I sort of assume that I wouldn’t find the sensation very pleasurable. Hm .OH my. There’s a green bar. That’s not very bee like. Bees are all yellow and black (at least normal bumblebees are) and I’m babbling, aren’t I? Time is going to run out. Soon. And I keep making typos. Not good. Uh.
Cinis
Honey. That’s what bees do. They make honey. They live in hives. They live together. And they serve one all-powerful, lazy ass queen. To be her would be good. To be any of the others, would not.
Kaity
i stuck my fingers in a jar of jam when i was 6 to scoop out a handful of jam and stuck it on myt tongue there was a dead bee in the jam but it stung my tongue it was pretty painful. I am sure I CRIED FOR A WHILE BUT THE SHOCK WAS WORSE NEVER TOUCHED JAM FOR QUITE A WHILE AFTER THAT. I can eat jam ok now i like strawberry the best. Dont lkike marmalade much although i eat lime marmalade now
Trixibelle
one time i got stung by a bee, i was seven. It got caught in m y sandal and i stepped on it. It was a sunny day and i remember looking at a rose bush when it happened. No one really likes bees. I feel sorry for them. Bee used to be my nickname, its short for bridget.
Bridget
one time i got stung by a bee, i was seven. It got caught in m y sandal and i stepped on it. It was a sunny day and i remember looking at a rose bush when it happened. No one really likes bees. I feel sorry for them. Bee used to be my nickname, its short for bridget.
Bridget
one time i got stung by a bee, i was seven. It got caught in m y sandal and i stepped on it. It was a sunny day and i remember looking at a rose bush when it happened. No one really likes bees. I feel sorry for them. Bee used to be my nickname, its short for bridget.
Bridget
the bees knees are what you need, but seriously who doesnt like a bee when it can supply you with honey. Bees are unlike many other creatures as they can float and they can sting but only when enticed by people who disturb them.
Anonymous
there was a busy bee and he made honey! he loved his wife and his kids. this bee was unhappy though just making honey all day. he wanted more. to be human. so he set out on and adventure to try to find a way to become human. he left early one july morning to see the human to be queen.
Catherine
I have a bade memory about bee. When I was young, I got attacked by bee. I would never forget it.
Lisa
i love bees. used to put them in jars of sand, and shake it. until holding one, it stung me. I killed it. no longer did i try to touch, just look.
Kayle
Oh god there’s a bee in my room. What do I do, what do I do? I’ve got a hammer in the closet – maybe I can use that? No way, not for a bee. Maybe I could take the electrical tape in my backpack and tape a big hardcover book to the hammer and– SHIT, it’s coming closer, over —-
asdfas
vrgtf oijrjio
egaoijegaoji
KILLED IT.
Xen Outlook
Over and under and down again. I could look up during all of this, up there, at the sky…I could look at it, if I weren’t such a coward. But I can’t. So it’s down to the ground, my neck craning and turning, forcing itself in a single direction during the midst of my complex movements.
The Fool
Jack made up a game, a person stands in the middle and all the other people have to do what the person in the middle tells them to do. First they skipped but then of them lit on a bee but luckily the next motion was
Deirdre
it stung me! that damned bee and then it just flopped on the ground and lay there as though it was nothing. just taking a rest for the day.
but i knew it was dying and depite the flaring sensation on the tip of my nose i felt this overwelming fear for its demise.
jo
it amazes me how bees pollenate flowers such as orchids. moreso it amazes me how orchids mimic the scent and image of a female sex organ for bees to come and hump.
vida
the bee is fling around my head as i sing songs about the buzzing noises. its a beautiful sound that envelopes my understanding of nature. how wonderful the simple things are.
sarah cupcake
never again shall you visit me
because last time you stung, dear bee!
i once cared for you buzzing around
but now i would gladly smash you into the ground
i had never thought you would do this i say
but now enemies we are to our dying day.
Tan
I am afraid of bees, but not excessively so. Last time I got stung, I was driving Rt. 1 north of San Fran in a rental car, windows down, curvey road. The bee came in the ope window and when I brushed it off my leg, it stung my middle finger. My entire left arm swelled up and hurt like hell. But the best part was that the stinger stayed in, and when I asked my friend to pull it off, he nearly yanked my finger off (he didn’y know what was happening). He nearly killed us both as we barely stayed on the road. It is funny now, but no so nuch then. I wasn’t sure if I would continue to have an allergic reaction or if my arm was responding to his nearly pulled it off! It hurt like hell. When we got to a phone, we called poison control, and they told me to rub antiperapirant on the bee sting as it would make the swelling go down. Neith3re of us had the right kind, of course, but it was a great end to the sory. We found a hotel in Petaluma and gave up for the day, and I lived o tell about it. My friend still insists he thought it was a stinging nettle, although how that would haave flown in through a car window is a mystery. Anything can happen, I guess…..
jants
i like bees. just kidding i dont. i had a dream about them. a swarm of them went into my mouth when i was eating something, i think it was eggs. becasuse of that i havent eaten eggs in a long time. and i tell people that i
allergic ?
one time i was stung on my foot and i recall having to pull the stinger out. it wasnt very painful. i also think about how people rely on bee pollen for a nutrient source.
pitapepper
one time i got stung by a bee but i didnt know it. i stepped on it and i thought it was a really sharp rock, but when I saw the smudge on my foot was yellow and black i realiezed what it was. at that point i began to cry.
Lauren
buzzzz honey sweet flowers plants flying black yellow stinger hives wasp hornet green pain
evan
bees are beautiful elegant honey making flower kissing bugs
but they hurt and they sting alot
i got stung once when i was eight and it hurt alot
i got stung on my ankle and it hurt aloooooooot
i also hate bees because at work the kids keep on popping the ketchup and bees keep on coming
myte15
bees swarming in the hives of the bee nest. where are the stingers that beseige my present situation…say there lonely queen been how do you live in that hive while the other bees to your work? what makes yo so holy and quaint?
J Pizzle
Bees are super awesome. Yellow and black and always buzzing like crazy all over the place, bees make pollination possible. Flowers are cool.
Tan
Flowery floral and buzzy. They swarm about their hive. Communist? Royalist, at the least. It must be nice, to be the queen. Or perhaps not. All those eggs… Oh my. And that must be tiring.
Anonymous
the beeeof the bee is sixty seconds. who knows what the bee entails, it is mysterious, simplistic, withdrawn, yet somewhat obvious. purple and vibrant, offset yet so visible. it is intereesting to see the different meanings of each word.
Todd Walnuts
sting summer, my name. Bee’s make honey, sweet, buzzing, sky, fresh air, flower. Sweet. giving life. secret life of bees. sticky. pain. bug.. eeb.
avi
the flowers fluttered in the wind. fragrant and lush. the bees buzzed in delight. tasting nectar on they’re legse.
Anonymous
I think bees are nice and buzz. I got a bee sting when I was a kid when a bee entered my house and my grandmother tried to kill it. It ended up stinging me. I’m scared of beehives. They’re scary especially when you don’t have that really nice protective suit. But I like the color yellow. But I’m still scared out of my gut by bees.
Yjc
Bee’s are intense dogs that fly around eating the flowers that man create while fisting each other. God finds ways to give them freedom by giving man an existential truth meaning that the en dof the world will not come in 2012. It’s funner that way.
Lance Vincent
Many people are afraid of bees. However, I was never afraid of them. I believe that these beings do not hurt others unless others disturb them first.
kate
THis is my nickname
Brian
a bee is a pain in the arse whereever you go. sting are terrible. no matter how fluffy something is, if it stings you its go to go. wasps are worse, they sting you and look evil at the same time. nature sucks.
Cal Roberts
Bees were my key club’s mascot. Everywhere you went, you saw that used-to-be-tacky combination of bright yellow and black. But it changed. It wasn’t a clash of colors that were unflattering, it was so cheerful and bright and eccentric. Those kids are the cutest with their yellow and black and crazy cheers, and loud laughs, big smiles and bigger hearts.
kiwi
bee’s like honey, they work all their lives protecting and gathering their precious honey, some will dye for it.
honey
a humming bee. similar to a hummingbird. and a spelling bee. but not related in any way at all to a bumblebee, because those are scary. although highly competitive, this bird can be beat. only be third graders who have studied very hard
…bees.
It must be nice.
To know exactly what you’re doing, and where you’re going.
To not have to worry about being unique.
To have a place.
bee. a flying organism which when it stings you, it burns with a sentsation you can not ignore. take the last e off and you can be-come anything you want. you want to BE a lawyer, you want to BE a teacher. This can be for many things so let your find fly free and think.
this animal is a good hardwork i think is beautifull
uhm. It stings me, I don’t like it, although I’ve never actually been stung so I suppose I wouldn’t know if I liked it or not – but I sort of assume that I wouldn’t find the sensation very pleasurable. Hm .OH my. There’s a green bar. That’s not very bee like. Bees are all yellow and black (at least normal bumblebees are) and I’m babbling, aren’t I? Time is going to run out. Soon. And I keep making typos. Not good. Uh.
Honey. That’s what bees do. They make honey. They live in hives. They live together. And they serve one all-powerful, lazy ass queen. To be her would be good. To be any of the others, would not.
i stuck my fingers in a jar of jam when i was 6 to scoop out a handful of jam and stuck it on myt tongue there was a dead bee in the jam but it stung my tongue it was pretty painful. I am sure I CRIED FOR A WHILE BUT THE SHOCK WAS WORSE NEVER TOUCHED JAM FOR QUITE A WHILE AFTER THAT. I can eat jam ok now i like strawberry the best. Dont lkike marmalade much although i eat lime marmalade now
one time i got stung by a bee, i was seven. It got caught in m y sandal and i stepped on it. It was a sunny day and i remember looking at a rose bush when it happened. No one really likes bees. I feel sorry for them. Bee used to be my nickname, its short for bridget.
one time i got stung by a bee, i was seven. It got caught in m y sandal and i stepped on it. It was a sunny day and i remember looking at a rose bush when it happened. No one really likes bees. I feel sorry for them. Bee used to be my nickname, its short for bridget.
one time i got stung by a bee, i was seven. It got caught in m y sandal and i stepped on it. It was a sunny day and i remember looking at a rose bush when it happened. No one really likes bees. I feel sorry for them. Bee used to be my nickname, its short for bridget.
the bees knees are what you need, but seriously who doesnt like a bee when it can supply you with honey. Bees are unlike many other creatures as they can float and they can sting but only when enticed by people who disturb them.
there was a busy bee and he made honey! he loved his wife and his kids. this bee was unhappy though just making honey all day. he wanted more. to be human. so he set out on and adventure to try to find a way to become human. he left early one july morning to see the human to be queen.
I have a bade memory about bee. When I was young, I got attacked by bee. I would never forget it.
i love bees. used to put them in jars of sand, and shake it. until holding one, it stung me. I killed it. no longer did i try to touch, just look.
Oh god there’s a bee in my room. What do I do, what do I do? I’ve got a hammer in the closet – maybe I can use that? No way, not for a bee. Maybe I could take the electrical tape in my backpack and tape a big hardcover book to the hammer and– SHIT, it’s coming closer, over —-
asdfas
vrgtf oijrjio
egaoijegaoji
KILLED IT.
Over and under and down again. I could look up during all of this, up there, at the sky…I could look at it, if I weren’t such a coward. But I can’t. So it’s down to the ground, my neck craning and turning, forcing itself in a single direction during the midst of my complex movements.
Jack made up a game, a person stands in the middle and all the other people have to do what the person in the middle tells them to do. First they skipped but then of them lit on a bee but luckily the next motion was
it stung me! that damned bee and then it just flopped on the ground and lay there as though it was nothing. just taking a rest for the day.
but i knew it was dying and depite the flaring sensation on the tip of my nose i felt this overwelming fear for its demise.
it amazes me how bees pollenate flowers such as orchids. moreso it amazes me how orchids mimic the scent and image of a female sex organ for bees to come and hump.
the bee is fling around my head as i sing songs about the buzzing noises. its a beautiful sound that envelopes my understanding of nature. how wonderful the simple things are.
never again shall you visit me
because last time you stung, dear bee!
i once cared for you buzzing around
but now i would gladly smash you into the ground
i had never thought you would do this i say
but now enemies we are to our dying day.
I am afraid of bees, but not excessively so. Last time I got stung, I was driving Rt. 1 north of San Fran in a rental car, windows down, curvey road. The bee came in the ope window and when I brushed it off my leg, it stung my middle finger. My entire left arm swelled up and hurt like hell. But the best part was that the stinger stayed in, and when I asked my friend to pull it off, he nearly yanked my finger off (he didn’y know what was happening). He nearly killed us both as we barely stayed on the road. It is funny now, but no so nuch then. I wasn’t sure if I would continue to have an allergic reaction or if my arm was responding to his nearly pulled it off! It hurt like hell. When we got to a phone, we called poison control, and they told me to rub antiperapirant on the bee sting as it would make the swelling go down. Neith3re of us had the right kind, of course, but it was a great end to the sory. We found a hotel in Petaluma and gave up for the day, and I lived o tell about it. My friend still insists he thought it was a stinging nettle, although how that would haave flown in through a car window is a mystery. Anything can happen, I guess…..
i like bees. just kidding i dont. i had a dream about them. a swarm of them went into my mouth when i was eating something, i think it was eggs. becasuse of that i havent eaten eggs in a long time. and i tell people that i
one time i was stung on my foot and i recall having to pull the stinger out. it wasnt very painful. i also think about how people rely on bee pollen for a nutrient source.
one time i got stung by a bee but i didnt know it. i stepped on it and i thought it was a really sharp rock, but when I saw the smudge on my foot was yellow and black i realiezed what it was. at that point i began to cry.
buzzzz honey sweet flowers plants flying black yellow stinger hives wasp hornet green pain
bees are beautiful elegant honey making flower kissing bugs
but they hurt and they sting alot
i got stung once when i was eight and it hurt alot
i got stung on my ankle and it hurt aloooooooot
i also hate bees because at work the kids keep on popping the ketchup and bees keep on coming
bees swarming in the hives of the bee nest. where are the stingers that beseige my present situation…say there lonely queen been how do you live in that hive while the other bees to your work? what makes yo so holy and quaint?
Bees are super awesome. Yellow and black and always buzzing like crazy all over the place, bees make pollination possible. Flowers are cool.
Flowery floral and buzzy. They swarm about their hive. Communist? Royalist, at the least. It must be nice, to be the queen. Or perhaps not. All those eggs… Oh my. And that must be tiring.
the beeeof the bee is sixty seconds. who knows what the bee entails, it is mysterious, simplistic, withdrawn, yet somewhat obvious. purple and vibrant, offset yet so visible. it is intereesting to see the different meanings of each word.
sting summer, my name. Bee’s make honey, sweet, buzzing, sky, fresh air, flower. Sweet. giving life. secret life of bees. sticky. pain. bug.. eeb.
the flowers fluttered in the wind. fragrant and lush. the bees buzzed in delight. tasting nectar on they’re legse.
I think bees are nice and buzz. I got a bee sting when I was a kid when a bee entered my house and my grandmother tried to kill it. It ended up stinging me. I’m scared of beehives. They’re scary especially when you don’t have that really nice protective suit. But I like the color yellow. But I’m still scared out of my gut by bees.
Bee’s are intense dogs that fly around eating the flowers that man create while fisting each other. God finds ways to give them freedom by giving man an existential truth meaning that the en dof the world will not come in 2012. It’s funner that way.
Many people are afraid of bees. However, I was never afraid of them. I believe that these beings do not hurt others unless others disturb them first.
THis is my nickname
a bee is a pain in the arse whereever you go. sting are terrible. no matter how fluffy something is, if it stings you its go to go. wasps are worse, they sting you and look evil at the same time. nature sucks.
Bees were my key club’s mascot. Everywhere you went, you saw that used-to-be-tacky combination of bright yellow and black. But it changed. It wasn’t a clash of colors that were unflattering, it was so cheerful and bright and eccentric. Those kids are the cutest with their yellow and black and crazy cheers, and loud laughs, big smiles and bigger hearts.
bee’s like honey, they work all their lives protecting and gathering their precious honey, some will dye for it.
a humming bee. similar to a hummingbird. and a spelling bee. but not related in any way at all to a bumblebee, because those are scary. although highly competitive, this bird can be beat. only be third graders who have studied very hard