Roses, the troubled lovelies so often shared; have entranced many of the emotive elites here at the tent sheltering The Temporary Museum of Enfant Terrible Culture.
This canvas harbor of bounteous artisticals has brought forth a new design – imposed upon nature; a hybrid rose planted at our tent-flaps.
Roses, by nature, prick the skin; but smart manipulative emotives have developed a spiny – piercing variety. Planted in a lovely garden at the entrance (remains of what once was the farm-wife’s small, but much labored, flower patch) the emotives new herbage enforces respect for property … newly described as private.
To that end,
this designer breed of roses extends long needles to pierce purposeful, or accidental, exploration;
by other people’s children.
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Interesting. Powerful. Spurs further inquiry. I like the art too.
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