It begins

but there

were fifty

million BEES

that Hitler

had gassed

but still,

they flew

. Hexagonal houses

were rising

, similarly to

the innumerable

non-hexagonal houses

, whose maids

and assorted

owners were

otaku fetishists.

I rang

Squeeks, and

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" echoed from

the orifices

of Amenti

. There was

a ladybug

crawling across

my skiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

on my

wounds. I

lack heal.

i fall

in fear.

Fearful of the

samefag. Who

isn't samefagging.

Confusing realness.

Permeating the

VAGINA BEES

was my

untimely demise

. I saw

dreamly, hypnagogic images of

parallel worlds

wherein posting more than two words at a time was acceptable.

The poster in the mirror called to me and said,

"Hey! You're

a gay!"

Kill yourself.

" I replied,

ELITE MUJAHIDEEN

TIME TO

D-D-D-D-DUEL! WORD

IS SPOKEN

UPON ARRIVAL

OR EXIT

NIGGER NIGGER

, WHICH IS

VERY INCORRECT

, WAS PLAYED

IN A

BIG OL'

NUTTY BUGGER.

Unexpectedly, it

killed me

very uneventfully

in a

panty raid

using moist

loli pantsu.

I say

"It smells

like fish."

before dying.

With my

last dying

breath I

cry out

"Love lolis!"

Then I

descended into

loli hell

to work

as a

Beekeeper's apprentice.

Beekeeper's apprentice.

This was

Beekeeper's apprentice.

My job

was kinda

fucking boring

beecause the

attractive bees

Wouldnt talk

to me

which makes

which makes