Every morning I get up, reach for the lamp, and run my hand over this thing.
Twig, Berries and Rosebud, or something more sinister
Its the dirty rosebud that makes it particularly suggestive. Without the rosebud, it would be a mildly offensive bunch of fruit. But the dirty rosebud gives it a level of pornographic imagery that make it so….uh….special.
I’m rarely at a loss for words. But I am now.
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