Like any good lover, we aim to please you and we’ll write about anything you tell us: a single word, theme, character, nemesis, your sister, a color, texture, idea, an ivory tower of higher learning that denied you admission, two animals, three sets of triplets, fore on the golf course, five fingers, six fingers, that Seven-Eleven you used to hang outside hoping you could convince some poor schmuck to buy you Zima or Boone’s Strawberry Hill, a mode of transportation that doesn’t involve moving, a body part that doesn’t yet exist, a soliloquy about courageous but still spineless invertebrates. Anything. Seriously.
Either comment with your suggestions or send us an email privately at: mindandflowers [at] gmail (dot) com.
You maybe exist and we’d like to acknowledge that.
March 29, 2008 at 12:18 pm
Please educate us about Global Warming! Thank you. I love mindflowers.net!! I read you guys every day!
March 29, 2008 at 3:57 pm
Britt:
You want Global Warming: You got it.
How about a dose of good ol’ American wastefulness?
Tonight, I’m going to use two condoms and not even reuse the outer one.
March 29, 2008 at 6:45 pm
I’d like to read something about fistulas,
only make it fun,
like a bedtime-story version
for kids.
March 31, 2008 at 9:53 pm
Anon-odyne:
After I google fistulas, I’m all over it.
I’m guessing fistula is like an old fashioned fist. The fist of a Greek God.
Like a pistola. I love old guns. I wish I had a gun for a hand!
“I’d like to shake your hand.”
POW!
If fistula has anything to do with America’s fetishistic interest in ever widening anuses, that’d be cool too. I love anuses. I wish I had an anus for a hand.
“I’d like to shake your hand.”
(hand slides into my anus/hand)
“Oh, that’s warm.”
April 1, 2008 at 11:59 am
You’re frighteningly close to the definition
with your anus-for-hand proposition…
Enjoy your googling.
Pay particularly close attention to fistulas as byproducts of guerilla violence in the DRCongo…
It’s bound to make for good “curl-up-with-a-cup-of-cocoa-and-a-pile-of-imperialist-regrets” reading…
…now THAT’S warm.