Roadkill would be the most empirical debacle turning abstract to date — a bumblebee
clocked into epic death by itself, on its own, having its own quarrel in
-side. I’m certain its lack of manners or historicity
was a flaw like vetiver too broadly smeared over a heartthrob, a Lebowski.

Not mad but apeshit, the bee shoots for an exit to the coast
hitting the surface in lithe shorthand coupled with a last
puffiness and black-to-yellow color of sane amalgamation.