bombing hills

The season seems to reversed slightly and halted. However in each passing day the chances of thrashin' pavement diminishes greatly. But to think of all the work days that have been wasted having good times is epic and glorious.

Winter is cool, to rag on it would be unoriginal and super cliche (can't find the accent key, fuck). You can have no electricity parties, and sit around fire places and candles, make hot chocolat and drink cheap wine and beer and have like real conversations or maybe make out, pardon?

Anyway, go make friends and draw with crayons.

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