'My eyes. Stare. Look into them. I have no eyelids. My eyeballs are juicy and hypnotic.'
Eyeballs pop out and reach the soil. They dangle at ground level, with a thin nerve attachment. Spiral in my eyes. Bee hive in vision.
'Bees stare. Everyone. Stop Working. Now. Stare into my eyes. You are falling into nothingness. You are falling deeper and deeper within. What does your soul look like? Fluorescent. Worker bees, wear invisible suits. Bee Hive is your Cosmic space. You have to Slide. Drones, marijuana plantations are your home. You have been hit, a deep pseudo kick in your head. Queen, you are now a resin, stuck in outer space. You are swimming in a jellybean. Sleep.'
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