God is having a one-deity show over at the community art gallery. Watercolors, flowers and kittens, stuff like my sister's dog can do. But still, there is excitement in the air, and a few lightning bolts. Smells of self-promotion.
Marvin Minsky — flower variety or intestinal parasite?
Ralph composted himself. Said he's doing it for the flowers. Screw the flowers. We need better carrots. Go, Ralph, get on it. Now.
The flowers are in bloom again. And they're hungry. One nipped me in the bud as I walked by.
Uncle Benny recycles cauliflower. It's been a hobby of his since he was sentenced to prison as a five-year-old. He would have done better to stick with grand larceny, you ask me.
What ever happened to flower power? I love that stuff. Been running my TV on it since 1969. Only problem is an occasional burst of pollen when I watch porn, but I can handle it. Truly. I can.
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Me? Gone to seed. Again.
