I have no idea who wrote it. Or what the hell it means. I got it here. I like half of it.
Bad Flower Hat
Once in the way, charged bad flower hat fell on the grass in a
confused manner,
mumbling and caught to obscure scrap irons of the ferns between
the pages of the
Paper-covered book it offered, cabalistic program sentences on
the side edges,
and then together wedges the corners of the pages recklessly.
Anne Clendening was born and raised in L.A. She's a yoga teacher, a writer and occasionally slings cocktails in a Hollywood bar. She could eat chocolate cake for every meal of the day. She has a huge fear of heights and flying. And fire. She wishes she could speak French, play her guitar better and make cannoli. She's probably listening to The Dark Side Of The Moon right now, kickin’ it with her boxer dog and her hot Australian husband ★
