Nor will the sweetest delight of gardens afford much comfort in sleep; wherein the dullness of that sense shakes hands with delectable odours; and though in the bed of Cleopatra, can hardly with any delight raise up the ghost of a rose. – Sir Thomas Browne
A friend of mine has a big farm in the desert, and she picks up feathers and roadkill for me, then makes it into clothes. I think its cool to wear roadkill. If I died and somebody wanted to wear my teeth around their neck to VMAs, Id feel honored. – Kesha
