Mine smells like flowers-The imported kind from the tropics that grow at the arboretum....blooms once a year.

it's Flower Power again!

Happy Birthday to YOU Flowers ... go out there and make it one to remember!

Hi, I'm Piquant(learned a new word today)Flower, president of the hair-free, mile-high club for bald, wanker lawyers. I spammed a website with my insecurities, please *banish me to realms of douche?

*promote all things Moog and the lovely and talented Miss Rachel Flowers
http://www.synthtopia.com/content/2012/03/08/prog-virtuoso-rachel-flowers-wails-on-keith-emersons-moog-modular-synthesizer/

None of the things in that list are even the slightest bit unrelated, and I think that you would be hard-pressed to give an actual, rational reason for claiming that they are.

No, what's happening here is that I jokingly said I find a band you apparently happen to like to be offensively homogenous, and you took real offense to it.

Now, look - if I had been fifteen years old, I might have liked Mumford & Sons. After all, I was completely into the craze at that point, reading Walden, listening almost exclusively to bands who took their names from animals and collectively dressed like day labourers from the early 1900s, but... then it got old, and it got old fast. Why? Because they never created anything knew. It was always accoustic, it always had the exact same sound and feel, and it could almost always be split into one of two categories - maudlin lovesongs (as in, "here I sit brokenhearted") or bright-eyed nature-romanticism (as in, "let's go into the forest and pick wild flowers and be happy FOREVER").

And now, Mumford & Sons are simply carrying on that trend. It's not a new trend by any means, and it's certainly not going to end with our current generation of band wagoneers.

And as it happens, I dislike it quite a bit.

And you're just going to have to deal with that.

I hadn't even noticed that the loathing of this band had become so ubiquitous as to become cliché.

I'm pretty happy about it, though.

Really, I'm just so tired of all these retro-fetishist, nature-romanticist hipsters with their beards and their work boots and their flannel shirts, treating masculinity as an accessory because they honestly just don't know any better. They're all just perpetual adolescents who for the life of them cannot seem to figure out what it means to become an adult. So they try to find shortcuts.

Dylan was pretentious, but he was also a genius lyricist. Seriously, no bandwagon here, and I don't know if I'd call him the greatest songwriter of all time, but... he was good. Dylan was also highly political, and could be fairly incisive, while these confused little boys, all these hipster douchebags who seem to think that honesty can be bought at a thrift store, only ever sing about flowers and trees and broken hearts.

And they're all the same. Always. As a group, they are so homogenous that it becomes offensive to me.

Well I was using your definition, but I think alley is the correct description of what is in the photos I put up.

http://www.thefreedictionary.com/alley

And just pulling a few out to highlight here:

2. A path between flower beds or trees in a garden or park. (Goes between trees).
1. a narrow lane or passage, esp one between or behind buildings
1. a passage, as behind a row of houses, permitting access from the street to backyards, garages, etc. (goes behind housing, allows access to backyards)

But you give me the correct word for that location if you would, so I can berate your choice of vocabulary and make insinuations as to your intent.

Haven't posted here in months or maybe a year because of this petty definition bickering that seems to show up each time I post, and here it is again.

Yo, hey, uhhh, crow. I got something to tell you. You got a flower in yo beak.

I'd take the suspension on principle, and drive without a license for a year on the same principle.

Here's the real: More fatal accidents occur in the U.S. now due primarily to distracted drivers and speeding. I would appreciate a scale of punishment befitting the crime committed based on the frequency and resulting loss-i.e., a distracted motorist causing an accident gets a harder hand-slap for using a cell phone than he/she would for drinking 3 shots of bourbon. and goin' to the store for a six-pack after.

A sobriety test should be quick and painless:
Smell breath-Been drinking
initiate breathalyzer-legally drunk

License suspended for a year, and if caught driving under suspension, complete loss of driving privileges for 2 years.
Caught under suspension after 2 years suspension, 5 years suspension and 180 days of supervised, community service on a dirty state highway during the middle of the summer, rounding-up garbage and carcass.

If a drunk under suspension kills or injures anyone while driving, 5 years on a chain gang whose job it is to walk the entire length of State highway 8-hours-a-day for the duration of their sentences, picking up trash and planting marijuana and indigenous flowering perennials.

Make a spectacle of a repeated drunk offender if there is no rehabilitating him. More so with text-drivers, that shits worse than crack and invariably more dangerous than drunks, who are primarily on the roadways when most peeps are ASLEEEEEP!

Rachel Flowers Nails Keith Emerson's TARKUS has been added as a related post - related requested by silvercord on that post.

It should have ended with him walking in on her having breakfast in the morning. Him holding a flower, her eating bacon. Boom!

It's the flowers one ... they show a bit of it near the end of this video

I miss Flower!

They all look like delicate wittle flowers.