The sickly, rotten sweetness of putrescence of orchid seeps into everything and lingers...
Madness string 43875
It's not just a duty to wear them, it's an honour. I'd sooner salute some rando bogan trail blazing down the street on a Posties Bike, drinking a VB at 8:30 in the fuckin mornin' with his mullet whipping in the wind, than our own countries flag.