did you change your clock winter's coming on its face hisses letter designed to make your brain spin around inside your skull
it's the smoke that brings the scene to life and the occasional snowflakes settling on your cowboy hat over your line of vision causing havoc on the freeway
the freeze is freezing everything in sight and drug-induced and droopy stockings and a dry-rotting wig
you really should cut out the heavy-metal-and-hashish evenings
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