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Bzzz. My head jimmies like a key with Tourette's and I feel what can only be described as a sour taste in my ears. If that's even possible. Bzzzz. My shoulders **** up like mountainous pimples, that appear from nowhere, that I struggle to flatten. If that's even possible. Bzzzzz. My hands are now styrofoam talons at my desk, envious of others' measly yet cranberry soaked toothpicks. Mine almost comfort that son of a ***** How is this possible? Bzzzzzz. I shut my eyes, and I hope he has dropped dead. Though his black and yellow stripes should put him behind bars, he is here to stay in that never-ending cursed halo around my head. How is he possible?
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Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC
chatterbox
Allergic to Bee(s)
Bzzz. My head jimmies like a key with Tourette's and I feel what can only be described as a sour taste in my ears. If that's even possible. Bzzzz. My shoulders **** up like mountainous pimples, that appear from nowhere, that I struggle to flatten. If that's even possible. Bzzzzz. My hands are now styrofoam talons at my desk, envious of others' measly yet cranberry soaked toothpicks. Mine almost comfort that son of a ***** How is this possible? Bzzzzzz. I shut my eyes, and I hope he has dropped dead. Though his black and yellow stripes should put him behind bars, he is here to stay in that never-ending cursed halo around my head. How is he possible?
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