“Bees! Bees! Bees in the car! Bees everywhere! God, they’re huge! They’re ripping my flesh off!” (Tommy Boy ,1995)
That’s how I feel every moment of every day only it’s not bees rather words, swarms of words, a mind-smothering pestilence of biblical proportion. They seemingly grow in numeration by way of the Fibonacci sequence where each swarm is the sum of the two preceding swarms. They never stop swarming. I can’t give them away. Who wants swarms of words? Who can make use of so many words? A writer? Could I be?
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