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I’ve got so much occupying. I’ve got a thing or person. I’ve

got so much inherently. Not histories, never expressed or

implied. I’ve got relentless. Honey, in the way. So much

that an attention to forms. I’ve got so much disarray. I’ve

got so much talking. I’ve got so much excesses. Honey

included many of us. Honey, of course I’ve got that. I’ve

got compulsive, got so much sexual.

The bees envy us. The bees of any sex. The bees of any

means. The bees of any method. One made a matter of their

lives. May, for us and for envy. Method and present. We do

this better. The bees, sexless. It was Monday night. The

bees, aesthetics, me.