FlirtyFlower

Today was seeeee a day! The day of the little bee Wannabe Bumbleby! He was ready to pimp all the flower girls!

All the fresh ones.
All the cuties.
All the single ladies.

He had already put on his gold chain with the giant dollar sign, glued his Brilli to his tooth, and like his cousin Willi, shaved his hair off on the sides.

Otherwise, he actually had a sunroof on his head. But he had heard that the ladies thought bald guys were gaaaaaay razor hot.

So what did it matter that he had a round bee-beer belly, large debts to the pollen bank, and actually complexes up to the moon.

For today was seeeeee a day!

Only he saw nothing without his glasses.
There also the Brilli brought him nothing.

On the way he already met the first.
The fresh pink grapefruit blossom.
But wait, since he could see so poorly, he didn't know if that was a flower lady or possibly a grapefruit-flavored Fanta soda.
Still, mega-fresh.
Before he could talk to her or pass more, though, she was gone.

Crap, he had to buy contacts, but he was back to being more blank than he had been in a long time. ...And there was the debt to the pollen bank. Manoman.

It didn't work out with the jobs either. ... he was just so clumsy. And he said everything he thought. A fact that always got him into a lot of trouble

Yeah, what the hell... Maybe he could dust off a round of pollen today after all.

On the way, he actually met the beautiful Magnolia. Her beauty was so unique that when he smelled her, he remembered her again. A slight citrusy creaminess accentuated her fresh yet so well-groomed beauty. Even though he couldn't see her clearly, he knew it had to be her. Yet he didn't dare approach her.

He the little Wannabe, she the beautiful Magnolia. So he let her go. And remembered only her enchanting scent.

He gathered up all his courage and walked past Madame O's garden yet. She certainly wouldn't push him off the edge of the bed. After all, she appealed to a wide demographic with her full-bodied orange blossom scent.

But wait a minute. Ohhhh meeeinnn Gooott! Today was a full moon and who was standing there by Madame O just as he entered the garden?

The old pollen collector, the musk ox Haudium. He promptly took the gold chain, the brilli and the last of the pollen from him and asked him what he was doing here.

Whew... "I was here to howl at the moon..." replied Wannabe. He wasn't getting out of that act so easily.

"The moon?" replied Haudium. "You're not a wolf, are you?"
"Identity crisis..." replied Wannabe.
"And that's supposed to help?" asked Haudium.
"Sure," replied Wannabe. "When you have so many problems and complexes up to the moon like I do, it's the best therapy to shout out the woes of everyday life and forget about them... and eventually the darkness becomes your friend."

... and what happened next was strange.

The musk ox simply left Madame O standing there with her full-bodied orange mouth and great fragrant orange skin....

... and howled deep into the night with Wannabe, giving off his sweetest scent to forget the harsh, the unfair, the unbearable life.

... and sometimes, all at once, Wannabe thought to himself, an unexpected friendship was sweeter after all than a trivial, fleeting flirtation with flowers.

... and sometimes it was the unsuspected friends who reminded you that life was more than just bees and flowers, pollen and trouble.

... all while enjoying an unforgettably delicious grapefruit fanta.

END

Was it pear pie that started it all?
All the sweetness.
All the fullness.
All the carnality?
But did you know, only kebab makes you more beautiful?

Your beautiful bottle.
The dazzling golden ornaments.
The sweet lies you tell me.
Funny at first...
But then...
But then...

But then came all the longing for truth.
But then came all the longing for freedom.
But then after all the constricted breath...
So I promise you...only authenticity tastes sweeter.

It's been so good with you.
But with each passing hour.
Yet with every time I long for freshness.
Yet I long for freedom.
As I once longed for your sweetness.

Even the beautiful vanilla cigarillo in the fade no longer tempts me.
Even though it was a lovely time with you with a kind of plum cake.
Even though I don't know if I'll be stopping by again.
As I am an anonymous sugar-holic.

But all that sugar.
But all the gluten.
But all the sweetness is just not good for my hips.
Not good with all the roller coaster rides of insulin levels.
Not good for my sugar-addicted nerves.

I need another carnal craving now.
For even if it makes me sing silly songs.
Because even if it makes me smell like the Lord of the Onion Rings.
Because even if I then go on telling colleagues that I'm a vegetarian...
Because then I'll be happy.

Because only kebab makes you more beautiful.

EPILOG
"I've got an onion on my head I'm a kebab.
I reach for a ruse every day,
For you are what you eat."

The kebab song by T. Toupet

The cry of the black crow broke the sound barrier of the night.

Like an unwholesome pain.
Like a stab through the heart.
Like a never-ending odyssey.

Even the trees of the forest seemed to bleed.
Green resin.
Green labandum.
Green infinite herbaceousness.

Whether life was only possible through pain?
Or whether it was only through pain that we became aware of life again?

So fresh at the beginning while drinking tea in the afternoon.
So frightening at the end with the walk in the forest.
So surprising the twist deep into the green resinous darkness.

... and there she stood in the midst of all the woods, yet not seeing the forest for the trees.

... and term with a tart freshness that life always begins in our heart.

She knew that life would go on, despite all the losses.

But amidst all the greenery, she realized that for now, it was time to live.

EPILOG
"The devil wouldn't be attacking you so hard if there wasn't something valuable inside of you.

Thieves don't break into empty houses."
- Beauty In Darkness, by B. Vigil

You want Los Erfrischos?
With muchos Zitronas?

Then experience buenos Zitronas.
With nothing but Zitronas.

Nix with gingeros!
Nix, just citronas.

With muchas tickles in the nose.
With muchas refreshos.

Nix with eros.
Nix with muff and nix going on.

With muchos brainwashing.
With muchos relief from stressos.

So you want Speedy Pi, Speedy Po?

Then treat yourself to the fastest refreshos in Mexico!

Hey, you! Yeah, you... What are you waiting for...
Los erfrischos Amigos!

Andale, andale!

The darkness was so black...
As black as the night.
As black as the starry sky.
As black as a depressed soul.

The darkness asked no questions.
She was full of memories.
She was full of answers.
She was full of long forgotten pain.

The darkness carried that heaviness.
She turned the heaviness into mist through alcohol.
She realized the secret desires of insulin.
She turned sugar into cake and chocolate into hip gold.

The darkness hid all the scars.
It hid all the defeats.
It hid all the overcoming to get back up.

The darkness made everything so much more beautiful.
She made sleepless nights, a stage for an endless dream. Full of sweetness.

So these dreams made everything so much sweeter.
So sweet and yet so healingly balmy.
So chocolaty and yet so vanilla.

And so we became the allies of the night...
The scent...the darkness...
An unrealizable dream... and me.

But eventually the darkness was over too. So did the infinitely sweet dream.

Lit up my mind even before I got diabetes from all the sweetness.

... and when it was all over, I put myself on a diet of salad, bread and water the next day. To get away from the sugar shock.

... and the waistline gold.

EPILOG
"Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise again."

Victor Hugo