So there was this madman in the slammer for heaven knows what. And he spent all his time pricking love messages onto flower pedals and throwing them out of his cell window. This may have gotton some of the others on D block looking at him a little funny but for this he becomes a saint even after his gig in an auto repair joint in Chicago a few years back torqued off J. Edgar and Elliot.

Happy hearts and flowers everybody. Some times if you get too realistic in your drawing you lose the symbolic meaning and sometimes that is the meaning. Back in the days when I was the art department for a corporation this was my yearly valentine`s day card. It was a way to keep my identity in Scott Adams land.

 
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