Hey, this is my first time being on here... so people.. make me feel welcome. I'm Oleander. 
I live and breathe oleander... I sniff the powder of Oleander and I get high ... so high in fact that I float up into the clouds and become one with the angels floating around lije some sick demented invisible child. 
But, oh now my friends... we have come to the end of this demented story... bitter sweet is the name. I can't penetrate you anymore, you theif. The joy is gone from my eyes.... so puke me out. 
I live and breathe oleander... I sniff the powder of Oleander and I get high ... so high in fact that I float up into the clouds and become one with the angels floating around lije some sick demented invisible child. But, oh now my friends... we have come to the end of this demented story... bitter sweet is the name. I can't penetrate you anymore, you theif. The joy is gone from my eyes.... so puke me out.
Welcome and stay away from the oleander... (I read a story once that a horse ate an Oleander Plant on a ladies front porch and when he died he fell on the ladies dog and killed it)