a few days late. I bought this rose prior
to Valentines Day, and then left it in a
filing cabinet for a week. Then I
remembered. It got pretty dried out in
there; I guess steel is a desiccant. As
you can see, the blossom took the brunt
of the death ray. The smell was kind of
nice. I'm sure these images of a
smoldering rose can be used as fuel for
bad poetry. Observe:
My love burns for you
A Thermonuclear rose
Now lets go make out
I like writing Haiku, because the
toughest part is counting to seven.
Happy Valentines Day!
