|From the graveyard of wasted dreams|
Andy - you must have a module for guilt-free hedonism no? How about one on being selfish?
And on this note, Mrs. Dalloway goes out and says to herself, "Fuck commerce, I'm not buying flowers today, but in a fit of economy, will go to the nearby cemetery and steal some flowers from the gravestones". And before you tut, purse your lips and shake your insipid little heads, consider this: over 50% of flowers are shipped around the world, tracts of land in Africa and Asia are cleared, water sources are emptied to grow flowers for people who put them on display in grotesque, garish and ostentatious shows of nothingness. One of those facts is made up. Which one?
And so she does. Yes, she does - and with a vengeance. Think of it as recycling. The flowers purchased, the gas converted into nasty gases, the heat released, the growers poisoned by herbicides, weed killers and the land poisoned by simple fertilizers, the guilt of the person visiting the grave assuaged. The dead? They don't care. Mrs. D finds another use for these poor flowers what never asked to be born and be part of such an odious cycle of human stupidity.
Lovely things. Now must go create swamp conditions (not mental, but physical) for the lovely thing. What should I Call it? I think I'll call it SSK after the initials for the women in Bananarama - obvious innit? Venus, etc etc? First US #1 hit for them? Remake? Oh, I give up on you.
I snap at you. Yes. I'm doing some Venus fly trap training you see.
|Not this kind of snarl, but the kind with teeth.|
Then she'll send out some instructions and then push the red button to get a roller. There are plans a-forming, and they'll be put into action on Monday. See if they don't.
So back to guilt - Andy - what is your advice on this?
None? Just close the eyes and count the breath? Who asked you anyway.