global warming It gets hotter every year. I remember when we clad ourselves in too many layers and watched guy fawkes fireworks bloom like rust and mould and blot out the stars with their rude, incendiary constellations, nose-tips numb, woolly hats oncrooked. This time I might wear a t-shirt. It's not quite t-shirt weather but fuck it, you left most of yours here and I still like to wear them and pretend your smell hasn't completely washed out. If it rains I won't care; this time there isn't a rooftop to sit on.This time I won't balance on a chimneypot, feel higher than god, won't have my own personal viewpoint of the city and the
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"Oh, and just because I like humans, it doesn't mean that I like you personally." - Izaya
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10 cents for a black balloon
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Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.
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Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.
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Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.
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