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Sweet Little Bumblebee chap.651. Lick- Bumblebee had gone with Prowl to Dinobot Island, and had wandered off on his own. INTRUDER! Bumblebee turned around and saw that Grimlock was running at him. Whoa, calm down Grimlock, Bumblebee said, Im Bumblebee, Prowls friend. You know the bot thats always quiet but still annoying somehow? Grimlock had stopped running and smelled Bumblebee; he stared at him for a moment, and then licked him. Bumblebee taste good, Grimlock said before he starting to lick him again. Bumblebee fell to the ground during the licking, and was now trying to get out from under Grimlock. When that didnt work he yelled, Help, Im being tongue raped! Soon enough Prowl came into the clearing to see what all the fuss was about. Grimlock get off of him, Prowl shouted. Grimlock stopped licking Bumblebee and looked up at Prowl. Turning into robot mode, Grimlock started running away carrying bumble
Sweet Little Bumblebee ch.211. Happiness-Hey Jazz is that you nunchuks or are you just happy to see me, Bumblebee joked as he was pulled into a hug by the Elite Guard member. Im just happy to see you, Jazz answered, holding the now blushing Bumblebee closer.
12. Favor-What do you want Lockdown, was the first thing Prowl asked after agreeing to meet up with the bounty hunter at an abandoned warehouse. Well Prowl, you never returned my mods, and now I want payment, Lockdown answered. If you honestly expect me to pay you, youre Prowl was stopped by Lockdown. I dont want money kid, what I want is a favor, Lockdown said pulling Prowl close to him. What kind of favor, Prowl asked, his face plate heating up. I want you to set me up on a date with your little yellow friend, Bumblebee right, Lockdown asked. Prowls expression turned from shock to anger. Taking one of his shurikens, he stabbed Lockd
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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