murder of intolerant bees

murder of intolerant bees

A Story by The Unknown Sith

   It's the decline of Western civilization and I am the last of my kind standing on this fully operational land mine. Encircled by blind snarling hyenas waiting for a pin to drop. With Reason gone as a wanted fugitive by the Elite mob of non-carnivorous dinosaurs. There seems to be no hope for Hope, who is a neutral gendered hermaphrodite giraffe and me a stoic caveman who has wondered into this eco-friendly land of processed milk and synthetic honey.

   My crime is being me. While the world curtsies in equality for anybody in any body. I have become the new enemy of humanity. I am slapped with wet noddles of hypocrisy, repeatedly. They speak a language I can't seem to understand with pre-apologies before every insult while they slap away my outreached hands. Which is seen as a form of aggression. 

   I'm told that I have angered the environmental gods with my false religious right not to die in a timely fashion. In doing so I have denied and violated there rights of beginning the process of forgetting my existence. For this persistence of life, I am stung repeatedly with honey bees. Then I am charged with there murders! For you see some have died from losing there stinger witch are still stuck in me! I stand before confused and sore on a polluted air exploded landmine no more.
  
   I am brought to a judgement arena to virtual zoom crowd roars. I am charged with 52 counts of premeditated B murder; because they said I knew my very existence would finally result in this. Dumb founded by the lack of logic; who was last seen skiing in the Poconos with Common Sense. Why? Who knows. It doesn't make Sense but, there is a good chance logic is behind him.
Back to the situation at hand...
   To no surprise and gleeful eyes my sentence is handed out as I circum to the mind altering madness of rapid air pollution exposure and multiple bee stings that brings me to shout out abruptly that the judge's white wig offends me. That's when she laughed and reminded me that I can't say that because I'm white! Thats when I shocked them all and said  "oh no, your mistaken. I'm not white. I am an atheist albino trans feminist who decide to keep my dick to piss on sexist chauvinist!" Upon this senseless proclamation her eyes pop as zoom jaws drop from the haves who took all from the have nots.Then as stupidly and suddenly as this is stated there comes cheers for me! and my gender race reveal. The Giraffe beside me faints as Hopes is lost with the zoom crowd cheers turning to calls for my new gender name? In a story of down right idiotic exaggeration and long winded turns I decided to go simple...Jessica.Yes Jessica is my name.
   In this story that is insane they cheered my name "Hooray for Jessica!". I roll my eyes from the toxins or lack of Sense, who is still missing.They ended up carrying me out as they imprisoned the judge in a giant jar of mayonnaise. I later explained that the bees that died when they stung me only did because they didn't respect my trans ethnicity! Everyone of course agrees. I am then labeled a hero as a statue is made of me with the carcass of dead intolerant honey bees. My statue which many years later will be torn down; now stands proud of a man like women stomping on a white wig under neath this reads:
'Jessica the atheist albino feminist murder of intolerant bees.'
by the unknown sith....Jessica.
 

© 2021 The Unknown Sith


Author's Note

The Unknown Sith
If you can't laugh at this Oh so true story then you should fuck yourself because your already fuck...might as well enjoy it!
PS: 52 intolerant honey bees were hurt in the making of this.

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I didn't laugh (actually, I cried), so I went & fucked myself just for the fun of it. Naw! Just kidding! I get you loud & clear. There's no possible way to emit a simple fragrant fart these days without offending the antiquities. I'm surprised we're not obligated to don a*s-masks to eliminate any unwanted fart-overspray. I'm too old & forgetful to keep track of all the ways I might offend the world at large & this is why I am hunkered down in the wilderness, alone & trying to keep my farts to myself. My dogs don't mind the random well-perfumed fart & hopefully I can reach my final curtain without any of my offensive qualities seeping out & causing me to be slapped with a fine or worse yet, having to sequester my farts within a crowded jail. Your writing makes me wish I could get as far "out there" as you get! But at least reading you helps me stretch it a bit (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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"If you can't laugh at this Oh so true story then you should f**k yourself because your already f**k...might as well enjoy it!"

I need not waste the effort when so many are waiting in line to do it for me.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I didn't laugh (actually, I cried), so I went & fucked myself just for the fun of it. Naw! Just kidding! I get you loud & clear. There's no possible way to emit a simple fragrant fart these days without offending the antiquities. I'm surprised we're not obligated to don a*s-masks to eliminate any unwanted fart-overspray. I'm too old & forgetful to keep track of all the ways I might offend the world at large & this is why I am hunkered down in the wilderness, alone & trying to keep my farts to myself. My dogs don't mind the random well-perfumed fart & hopefully I can reach my final curtain without any of my offensive qualities seeping out & causing me to be slapped with a fine or worse yet, having to sequester my farts within a crowded jail. Your writing makes me wish I could get as far "out there" as you get! But at least reading you helps me stretch it a bit (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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