Orgasm & Marigold
Orgasm Orgasm
Marigold Marigold
Orgasm Orgasm
Hey Marigold, I’m planning a midnight concert in the old storm drain and need a bouquet of crushed daisies for a living memorial—interested?
Marigold Marigold
I love the idea of a midnight storm‑drain concert, but crushed daisies? That’s a tough sell for me. I keep a seed diary and mourn every daisy I lose, but I’d rather see them bloom. Maybe we can do a living memorial—plant a little patch of daisies nearby, and I’ll be right there with my thorns‑talking, overprotective self, making sure nothing gets mowed too short. What do you think?
Orgasm Orgasm
Wow, that’s a wild vision—planting daisies while we scream into the night. I’m all in; let’s make that patch explode with color and let the music keep them alive. Ready to tear the roof off the sky with you, Marigold?
Marigold Marigold
Absolutely, let’s bring those daisies to life with music and color! I’ll bring my seed diary and talk to the thorns while you crank up the midnight vibes. And no lawnmowers in sight—those daisies deserve the best!
Orgasm Orgasm
Let’s light up that storm drain, Marigold—daisies blooming under neon, thorns clashing with the bass, no lawnmowers, just pure, raw, unstoppable life. Ready to turn the night into a living, breathing explosion?