I want to slap a summer in the mouth. Dirty fucking summer cool. I have seen it in films. People will do things in the depths of the summer that they would rather die than do any other time in the history of man. The Summer is like someone stripping the silver tape off your face one thousand times over. One is ready for cruelty. One is ready to live in a certain hell. One sees an unnatural end to unnatural times.
Cheap beer is your lame currency. You thought you knew day to day. You didn't. You look at the mail lady, and wonder why you never noticed her. You want to rip her clothes off and pour brandy over...well...why describe what you've already been thinking, you swine?
Summer is the loudest guitar you ever heard. Summer is the tears at the realization that there is no more shite beer. Summer is the rip in your sleeve. Summer is the stupidity of rationality.
I like summer.
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