flowers birdmad edible: hibiscus, pansy, and yellow nasturtium 010126 ... pilgrim Luscious Labia Fornicatus Also edible 010228 ... birdmad my favourite amongst flowers, indeed. But, O! how long it has been since the last time i was given leave to play in that sweet garden 010228 ... moonshine Geraniums smell like childhoods past. 010301 ... dean-bean Will you be my Hyacinth girl? --Yet when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden, Your arms full and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of Light, the Silence. 010402 ... daxle live to make kids and die, just like us 010803 ... i dont care you dont care i hate plastic flowers, and fake smiles 050111 ... hsg flowers are the embodiment of the truest beauty: that as you dream you bloom. the greatest expression of love is to give yourself this permission. 070704 ... flowerock flowerock eats them 140519 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Dandelions, they taste yellow. Daffodils you can't eat, but they look like dresses. Pants are easier to wear most of the time, and I prefer them darker colours than yellow. On the 80 bus I saw a girl of nine or ten with flower-patterned leggings. And even a similar adult-size specimen in a store I passed. I wore things like that almost twenty years ago, and thought they'd never be in style again. Overly floral. Full circle. Pistils, stamens, petals. Wild rosehips by the water, the adult curves mashed up in a bike accident, though J. Joyce preferred to J. G. Ballard on sexiness of objects. Death and flowers: I like Emily Dickinson and William Wordsworth. Gustibus non est something except some are poisonous. But Wordsworth is sweet like a rose. 140519 what's it to you? who go blather from