I don’t think I’ve said Angela Lindvall’s name out loud… perhaps ever, and I certainly have only typed it about twice in my life. And yet here we are, united for the second time in as many weeks, thanks to the fact that she refuses to be a wallflower. In fact, she takes acid and a riding lawn mower to wallflowers.
Then she burns them, ties them to the carcass of a bird that flew into her window, and weaves them into a vestment for her self-made church, Our Holy Lady of Nip/Schmuck. The donation box is… well.