Hey Francis, could you write me a poem about a man losing his girlfriend to a Bee?

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frank stop makign words sound good togetehr

This was my favorite part of the play:

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Huh. I planned to publish the result with a title like “B movie 2: the revenge of the Ken” or a documentary styled “new insights live from, with and about Ken”
But “I think about how I lost you in a crowded house” reminds me more of a melancholic (possibly French) horror film. Nonetheless definitely a B grade movie.

[TW: bees, disappearing GF, very very light “”horror””, general incompetence of me, the author]

  • Something along the lines of:

“Ken lost his girlfriend in the grim house of horrors. Bee horrors. After the end of Bee Movie, the actor bees strived to work alongside humans but could only find jobs at horror houses for practical spooks and halloween.

One eventful evening Ken’s GF visited such a house of horror with him. But she never left it again. Ken still has nightmares about the cloud of bees that surrounded both of them seconds before he couldn’t see Vanessa anymore.

Only black and orange stripes, over and over again. And then, she was gone. Pushing through the crowded air -full of halloween-gruesome Styled bees- he stretched his arm. But all he felt was bees.

Ken tried to scream, but he couldn’t make a sound. Too many horrorbees. She was gone. Lost in a crowd of bees.

Years later Ken managed to get his hands on a particle accelerator. His plan: bringing back Vanessa.

He didn’t understand what a particle accelerator can and can’t do. But this didn’t stop him. As he I injected a ball of compressed horrorbees, enriched with a bit technicium he stole from his MRI appointment, the particle accelerator began to vibrate out of control.

For the glimpse of a second Ken saw the skull of Vanessa. He lost every control over his facial expressions. Then… it was all over.

The particle accelerator fumed. Ken fled the place.

Hours later, Ken’s sweating forehead glanced in his Cellar’s light. Desperate, shocked, he leaned against the wooden table.

Ken flinched after he heard a scratchy noise coming from behind him. His ouija board moved by itself, spelling out a message. After the second try to take notes, it spelled “How dare you! How dare you make that face at me!”. Ken was dumbfounded. But the Ouija board confirmed his fears.

It was Vanessa.

Deeply unsettled and unable to comprehend anything anymore Ken responded with his standard “ what’s the Matter, Sweetheart?”. And because he thought he spelled it wrong, he falsely corrected himself again “Matter?”

Apparently Vanessa’s ghost could communicate with Ken! And she was furious because of Ken’s reaction to seeing her on the particle accelerator’s monitor.

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Welp. I’ve tried my… that certainly wasn’t my best. But it was something and that’s enough.

Have a wonderful day/night.