That I have icicles instead of fingers which need thawing just so I can type like a homo sapien that I am instead of mangling keys on the board like a neanderthal is the reason why I've turned on the air conditioner, finally!
That time of the day when you need to pierce your ears with long melodic riffs and deep resonant voices that have a touch of space metal with all the virtues of retro bass.
Work, yes! plenty of it.
For some reason I felt a bit of gluttony take over my senses like an overcast cloud bursting over a dead desert, similarly did I attack a plate of leftovers with all the hunger of a starving tapeworm and the spectacle that ensued should never be witnessed by my loved ones, for I probably turned into the missing link between cavemen and present apartment dwellers, so maniacally did I ravage my food that the only way to have dessert now is tearing open someone's jugular and drinking straight from it.
Not that I will, but then again, I might..at least I might have had it been you, my darling.
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