The next time you step outside, consider the grass you're stepping on. Each blade. Consider the white lily and skull orchids, the neon green moss and red fern. The old wooden fence and giant ant bed. The best things are things you don't speak to. They don't disappoint you or hurt you. Everything else lies, it SPEAKS, people speak with two tongues and they lie, I hope your footsteps don't crush the petals, the alpine violets, rather soothe them, caress their cheek like a lover, a sweet bliss in a world of shit and death, because that's the hand I was dealt, this garden, this paradise, be glad when it ends. Hope it hurts all of you, not me. I told you that flowers are embarrassing, they are, so don't ever give them to me, I have a world of them, look around, that's all it is, I have a dog bigger than me, sundown and a silhouette and scent of morning rain, you should see it, it's beautiful, it really is, my heart breaks.