roses are red

violets are blue
valentines day is a crock of shit
and so is poo..!!

man - i should quit being an artist and become a poet!!
oh dear. apologies to all the real writers out there in the world. and to think that this month, i'll be published in a little publication called Appliance across the Tasman in NZ...wowser.

Every year i try to not rant about this stupid occasion, but fail miserably as the hype gets bigger and bigger. If it didn't piss me off so much, I could possibly see it as a fantastic marketing ploy by Hallmark. Or more recently by Roses Only. [Boy haven't those kids jumped on the fucking bandwagon like nobody's business.]

But then i walk through the streets and past the shops and i'm accosted by the cutesy wutesy frilly silly fucking cards, balloons, over-stuff toys and over-priced flowers, stupid advertising and blatant abuse of the colour red, that i just have to rant.

As a bloody hopeless romantic, it makes me really cross because it really just kills true romance and promotes mindless behaviour, based on commerical interest. Maybe that's what the use of red is all about. It's not actually the colour of love. It's the colour of the death of sponteneity. The colour of the death of honest love. The colour of the death of unconditional caring and the colour of the death of imagination.

Perhaps next year i will actually get off my arse and produce the range of cards I've been meaning to for a while:





happy valentine's day suckers...