One of those Eastern guru types once said "Life is a flower."
I got news for you buddy. Life isn't a flower! Life is a goddamn rose bush, and we're all snails,
dodging thorns, weaving through aphids, and pushing aside caterpillars, trying to get to the top,
and hoping the rose smells and tastes as sweet as it looks. Some of us die from pesticides
before we arrive. Some of us just give up and fall to the ground, another tasty meal for the ant
minions. Some of us get plucked, tossed to the ground and stomped on. Some of us decide the
rose bush is too high and go for the not quite so tasty geraniums instead. So, are you a rose or a
geranium eater? Me? I'm sliming my way to the far corner of the back yard. That place where
the walls meet and the pot plants grow. Fuck that having to have faith that the rose tastes
sweet shit! Ya gotta go for whatcha know!
Postscript: Warning! This snail brakes for Poppies!