I love you.

I live alone, so I can't blame it on my room mate. But you are right about the fact that you can't get anybody to do anything, not even for their own good. You just have to sit around and watch them figure things out for themselves, hoping and praying they do it before the apocalyptic horses spray the atmosphere with infectious agents designed to elminate the masses. It will be obvious who's to blame, the same ones that are turning our clouds into beautiful rainbows. If the greenhouse conspiratorial committe plan for the groundwar is anything like what's been happening in the sky, our countryside will soon be covered with lilies, roses, pansies, and daffodils instead of measly little wildflowers that can barely be seen or appreciated. There needs to be a collective conscious effort to save the herbs. The quest for beauty has landed them on the endangered species list. Tweet