The light that emanates from my marvellous bust shall incapacitate my enemies with the fire of a thousand torches. Make peace with your gods, for I come to blind thy prying eyes.
Madness string 1697
Sorry, but Christmas trees have got to be the saddest of all the trees. Overcrowded living conditions, new growth lopped off every year, groomed to be the 'perfect' tree, cut in the prime of their youth, only to be abandoned in the cold by the side of the road. Like Texas cheerleader meets Chinese foot binding, but for trees. Their only hope is to be abandoned in the back corner of a failed u-cut tree farm because they were too ugly to be loved.