February 14, 2014
Valentine's Day Message
A beekeeper will tell yo, bees are not pets. They touch a thousand flowers in a pattern that cannot be algorithmed. They waggle dance their road map against the blue sky and watcher bees on the lip of the hive translate and send out the nectar-gatherers. That dance is not and cannot be given the GPS lady's knows-where-you-want-to-go breathy voice.
Where does this love of fake life come from anyway. Especially when - it never works as well. Real bees don't obey. Is that the problem? Real bees sting. And real sex smells. The lady who really knows where I'm going has a history of sex with men and women. She has touched a thousand flowers. She flies in circles and doubles back and goes up blind alleys singing. She's maddening. She makes me laugh. She makes me cry. She's my honey.