...you're sad, I suppose.
That flower is fake. It's made of glass. I got it in New York. I just stuck it in the grass because the idea seemed funny at the time. You can really tell that it isn't real if you look at it full view. The title is from my current favorite song, Furious Rose.
Anyways, I don't have much to say right now. Chapter 7 of Imperfection is below.
Messing around with some layout dealios. Tell me what you think.