Van Gogh wannabe.






Look at all these pretty sunflower photos. Nice, huh?
Too bad sunflowers are actually plotting to overthrow the government, installing in its place an iron-fisted regime of secret police and roving death squads. Anyone who has spit a sunflower seed at a baseball game, or God forbid used them to garnish a spinach salad, will be on the first rail car to the gulags of Nunavut.
Fuckers, all.