If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
Madness string 1166
The sight of a statue of Ganesha gracefully sliming its way up the street at a stately two miles an hour, dispensing infinite unconditional compassion and a fine antiseptic mucus as it went, would be a sight to see.
She's what people would call a one-tone nag, always moaning and complaining about something.