I hate spring and think if i could hibernate it would be in spring. Spring to me resembles what our town would look like if ash rained down for a day and then drifted into piles. The snow is grey the lawns and dirt and ashy brown. We ride over the dead earth on concrete with SUVs spewing car exhaust. Oh where did utopia go? NOWHERE IT NEVER EXSISTED yay hows that for optimism DOCTOR TONY MARCHELUSKI OF BELIN'S PRISON INSTITUTE FOR THOSE WHO KNOW SOMETHINGS WRONG. wooo the angels wings have been clipped, we are worshipping the mud, we are defacating on our children, we are eating the elderly, we are trying to poison ourselves to death but our skin just turns pailer. and now to end this post i will end with a ren and stimpy song... OOOOOoooooooohh HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY HAPPY HHAPPY JOY JOY! El Fin
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