Excuse me… are you on the payroll? No? Then what, precisely, are you doing loitering at the feet of my lilies and lurking behind the hellebores like you belong here?

This is a curated production, not an open mic night in a hedge. Kindly exit, stage left—or be forcibly removed with extreme prejudice and a borderline blasphemous amount of root disturbance.

We don’t mind rebellion, but if you’re not contributing to the narrative, you’re just green noise.