what we got on our hands is a dead shark

what SHOULD i say, what do i say to THAT, man.
much too cold
NOPE
cannot physically make the move,
get the proper footing
move one leg, in left pant leg. force two mittens, one monstrous scarf, long sleeves, a thick fur parka
lock the door, walk the block or two, get cheapest varietal....
let's get the blankets,
okBUFFALO YOU WIN!
this is what my heart feels like!






fuck you, it's two degrees. i resent you floorboards. squeaky mattress.
i'm allowed to go a bit mad.