girl loves me
i follow her into the world. it is the three thirty dash into the world before darkness descends. a three month ice age. snowballs thrown at father's bald spot as he stoops to pick up the tea cosy. vitamin D where are you? my head is racing in this cold; a grain of salt vs a snow flake; the ideal person is made of snow; the classics of early infant neurolingual programming being judged and burned for their intricate construction. please slow down babes, i cannot keep up.