Roses Are Thorny When You're Strange

A pink rose given to a hasty hag is but the thorns. In other news, we're doing her like fun with bubble wrap. If the bubble wrap were fatty or membranous and coated with a peculiar slime that seemed to glitter or shine in a manner that warped the space around the popping bubbles of it. It deflated in a ghastly manner, the glitter-slime oozing into time, speeding or slowing it ever so slightly, such that your watch and mine, heretofore synchronized are no longer.