The frost on the windows of the bus. The snow on every tree, every sidewalk, every home.
My feet were wet so I was busy making a fus.
Until I realized there’s winter all around me. Its finally here. I guess it’s great.
A pretty girl even came and sat next to me. Too bad she smells of cancersticks.
Either way, what I’m trying to say is. I’m so glad to be back in this reality. In this moment that actually exists. I’ve been living behind textbooks and study guides for the last day. I even slep at school on a bench for a bit, not going home.
Now I’m living and it’s great.
Grab an axe and start chopping some trees…
How about a scale, a few dime bags and some weed. Would that kind of chopping help?
I don’t wanna harm Canadian forests or break a sweat.