So do ya still remember, the December's foggy freeze?
...What foggy freeze? What the hell are you talking about?
When the ice that clings on to your beard, it was screaming agony?
...I don't think it's ever been that cold anywhere I've been in my life. I sure as hell wouldn't describe the weather as 'screaming agony.'
And you snatch your rattling last breaths, with deep sea diver's sounds.
...Does this mean I'm dead? OH SHIT! I'M DEAD!
And the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.
...What the hell?
Sun streaming cold, on an old man wand'ring lonely, taking time the only way he knows.
Oh, you're talking about THAT. Look, that old dude looked at me weird, I had every right to go apeshit like I did.
Neck hurting bad, as he bends to pick the dogget, he goes down to the park and warms his feet.
Okay, he didn't look at me. He was picking a dogget. But that's illegal, right? I was doing the city a favor!
Feeling alone, salvation a la mode and a cup of tea.
...That just doesn't make any sense. I'm cutting this off!
I hope all of you enjoyed that. | 
