Please Stop

You know who you are.

Open eyes. Closed lips. Beautiful combination.

You. Right there. Yes you. The one who, for the last twenty words on this flyer, has been obnoxiously reading allowed every word as if there is a blind man standing next to you with a burning curiosity with any piece of paper taped to a telephone pole. There isn't. There is though, a poor women who is silently planning your demise all because for some unknown reason your are unable to keep your mouth shut and your eyes moving at the same time. Please be the kind, curtious intellectual humans I'm confident your mother raised to be. Open eyes. Closed lips. Beautiful combination.