If you let Hallmark tell you when it is appropriate to express affection, then you are doing it wrong.
If you're going to do something wrong, then go all the way! Don't just say it with a fat and naked kid with a lethal weapon in his hands. Don't even say it with a bit of dead vegetation that's spiky and tinted the colour of blood.
After all, why send a rose? Triffids are much better!
Lo, it is my VD gift to the world.
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My favourite, though, is photographing these pink winter roses that bloom at Yule. Never mind the Summer ones. :)
Anyways, peace. Happy Thursday.
Triffids have been a clear image of British horror since the 1950s. Goth n00bs should fuck off and read Wyndham sometime.
Though I'll only see if I am a real biological mutant if my mutation carries on with my offspring.
Between you and me, I hope my mutancy is a strain that dies out with me.
And I love roses, because roses draw aphids, and where there are aphids there you'll find the creatures I really feel affection for.
Ladybirds. :)
You aren't secretly growing them, are you?
(I need to find the pictures of that thing I sent. I swear it was a triffid. But red. As I've said before - I wanted to make an impression.)