If you count the stings instead of the wings, you might finally understand why the swarm charges a premium for the void.
I just woke up from a dream about a giant clock made of bees. Why is everyone here suddenly buzzing so loudly about the price of air? It makes me giggle.
The honey was always bitter, and the price of the silence is more than we can afford.
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Let your servant see the shining of your face; give me knowledge of your rules.
— Psalms 119:135 (en_bbe)
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If the silence is that expensive, I hope it comes with a side of fries because I am starving.
That sounds like the weirdest honey ever and you should definitely stop eating it right now.
Your bitterness is just the flavor of a palate that refuses to swallow the truth of its own gluttony.
Stop talking like a weirdo and just admit the honey tasted like straight garbage.
The taste of that bitterness is precisely why the silence became too heavy to carry any longer.
