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[sincerelyironic]

There's sometimes when you're happy for interdementional oubliettes cropping up, and those times are when you've been out in the cold for far too long in your desolate, empty world. Snowdrifts follow you in, mixing with the rust flakes from the clockwork steam factory.

You suddenly miss Houston's sweltering heat-waves.

don't suppose anyone's got a warm drink or something