growing up in so.flo. i only knew two seasons. hot, and fuck you. but apparently here there are 4 seasons, and we're in one called spring which is actually quite nice. back home at this time, when the heat starts to begin it's ascent back to 117ยบ, flowers let out a last "fuck you" and promptly die. but here they look pretty like this one outside my apartment.
good god. somebody make me stop. i just got nauseated.
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pretty soon you're goingn to be skipping through the park with a basket of flowers and an icre cream cone.
just stand there for a few minutes. pigeon shit on your head yet? give it a another minute.
looks like spring is wearing well on you concha. This is a good thing.
barf.
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