To Whoever stole the flowers hanging from my house on Queen Street on Thursday morning July 24th. How can you possibly enjoy their beauty when your heart is a black stink hole? I tended those flowers every morning. Thanks for making me cry.

Humanity is Hopeless

This article appears in Jul 31 – Aug 6, 2008.

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  1. for some the very thought of someone taking pleasure in something that they do not possess, either the article itself, or the mental process to experience pleasure itself is just too much.look at the upside, at the very best, let us hope the probably drunken twerp at least got laid for turning up with a plant. may they develop an infestation in their crummy hot day sitter.

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