spider hacksaw eats & is eaten

they let me take a stroll though the flower gardens off the south wing of the asylum grounds here @ lovely Noosehearse Madhouse today. The Venus Fly Traps were gossiping up quite a stir in beautiful colors of limerick and myrrh. I was quite inebriated by their intoxicating splendor and the awakening ghosts of spring sacrifice, as they whirled like dervishes upon the tepid coastal breeze and the salty sea scent of the glorious majestic ocean they bring.

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