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I tore out a bunch of the landlord's grass and planted cherry tomatoes. I planted them REBELLIOUSLY. My plants and I are chipping away at the empire (hey, the whole block!) of the white trash oppressors (my landlord would stain the name of bourgeois).
Now I ought to finish up the Olympia High School Baccalaureate program, but I want nothing more than to retire to the bathtub with my book and an ice-cream sandwich. And possibly candles.
Good revolutionaries always bathe with candles. That's why Marat had such wonderful chiaroscuro lighting when Charlotte Corday killed him in his bath. You don't think David* would have made something like that up, do you?
In case my digression has caused any confusion, I would like to clarify that I do NOT have a skin disease contracted while hiding in the sewers of Paris.
*Dah-VEED
Now I ought to finish up the Olympia High School Baccalaureate program, but I want nothing more than to retire to the bathtub with my book and an ice-cream sandwich. And possibly candles.
Good revolutionaries always bathe with candles. That's why Marat had such wonderful chiaroscuro lighting when Charlotte Corday killed him in his bath. You don't think David* would have made something like that up, do you?
In case my digression has caused any confusion, I would like to clarify that I do NOT have a skin disease contracted while hiding in the sewers of Paris.
*Dah-VEED
