I can see frost in the corner of my window sills. Dirty crib, - TopicsExpress



          

I can see frost in the corner of my window sills. Dirty crib, blunt guts where the endow spills. A bitter chill from shoveling snow, hustling blow and ecstasy pills that pay electricity bills. Its winter time, you see it in my facial features, Its like a parallel hell were Satan freezes. The reason we tremble and embrace our heaters, the season when timberlands replace our sneakers. The trees look so wicked with no leaves in it. The breeze is so frigid that it freezes liquid and I start up the whip, cant just jump in it, gotta let that shit run for like fifteen minutes. The summers too short, winters already here. It feels like it lasts 80% of the year. Something in my mind snaps every single time that its winter time (winter time) winter time. Apathy
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 11:16:03 +0000

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