me & bumble bees

did i tell yah

i love

the humble

bumble bee?

well, i do.

wanna know why?

according to some


scientific dude,

these little creatures,

shouldn’t be able to fly.


their little fat

fuzzy bodies,

should be to heavy

for their

petite little


but even though

some old fart

decided, in his

infinite wisdom,

that the aero-dynamics

of it all

just don’t

add up,

they fly

just fine,


so why do i

like ’em so much?

because they defy

the odds.

they are what

they are,

no matter what

any cunt decides

they should be(e).






Taking a break from the mind fuck that is colonisation and was a bit of a slow process to process …

But in amongst the scars on the landscape ….

There are moments.

Moments when you remember that everything is as is should be. The colours are good. The smells are good. The sounds are good. Everything here is good :)

I found my bees. My beautiful little bees ;)

kpm ©




I like Bees. I’ve written about my bee-love before … basically though, besides their furry fluffy little bumble bodies … a bumble bee supposedly shouldn’t be able to fly because some old white dude reckons the bees wing composition isn’t sturdy enough for his aforementioned furry fluffy little bod.

But the humble little bumble does his thang anyway.

Fuck em he reckons, and flies his own course :)

This little dude was my attempt at mindfulness today … I got a little sidetracked on my bee admiration but oh well. And this little critter was super hard to photograph. He was on a pollen mission and wasn’t spending much time on each little daisy before he buzzed off to the next.

I looked like a fine freak hoping all over the place trying to be all peaceful and shit and trying my best to get a decent photograph of the little fucker :)

But it was worth it … and it made Me smile!


kpm ©