February 05, 2005

A Lynchian morning

A bald man in black leather is delivering a vase of flowers to the neighbors next door. He cradles the vase in his elbowpit so as to push the intercom button. When the "Who is it?" crackles out, he uses his free hand to lift a voicebox to his throat and flatly intones: "...flowersz for de-liver-ee..."

Cyborgs delivering tulips - the future of FTD.

Additionally, did you know that both seapuss and sea-poose are synonyms for undertow?

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