Tulips always seem like the no-nonsense flowers of the garden, they have no pleasant, sentimental fragrance, they are so clean. When they finally open they splay their petals in a disturbingly unabashed fashion, like someone’s horny drunken old aunt.

That is an exerpt from a story I wrote over at Live Journal.

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