Killing flowers

Introduction

Killing flowers does not impress my ancestors...

...fulfilling the "fornication under corporate kinship" frustrations of famines first and most devastating prophecy. The Starvation of universal intimacy over personally misaligned ritualistic complacency.

"But I was just following the social orders of emotional sensations tied to the hallmark lineage of others supporting global supply line silk road rise and grind florists, and the traditions of our Gregorian Calendar agreements" said everybody all at once in a wave of mass formation psychosis sweeping the otherwise unsuspecting nation at large.

"Sure, sure, makes sense, who am I to defy the laws of blackened soot poisoned masses gathered, as dictated by tradition, around the end of day market place blow-out sales, catered to favor the poor, working classes of a type casted monster mash wearing town badges and sashes like battered homeowners at risk for falling short of nurtured expectations in association with a natural intimate reward system being held at gunpoint by those they hold close and love appreciating the most...
...no please, carry on kindly, don't mind me... you are not my enemy... not as far as I can see." Said the legally blind fool returning to the hill upon which he illegally watches the world go by... praying to St Jude Saint patron of Lost Causes asking for help making all these sad songs sung by all the lonely people sound even just a little bit better.

Happy valentines day to all and to all a very happy... St. Valentines day.
Now get back to work!
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Thank you.