It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing
I love bees while they Work and suffer the Bears comes and eat what bees save . HON$Y , and thats why I like bees I don't care about HON$Y but thats why I love them I am not a bear , not a bee , not the satan in the right down corner I'AM like you , but saddanly the rose is dieing and the time is over and non the bees or bears can live now only and the one who runs the tree But the one who runs the JUNGLE AND IT'S LAW
