09/29/2008
The imaggination of having to be surrounded by snow freeze’s my toes. The advice of everyone telling me to buy warmer clothes freezes my fingers . I have no clue what to expect. As cold as the freezer’s in Super Target? Hopefully impossible. The laughter of the people who find out I come from where the sun shines hottness, freezzes my body to stone. I picture my self as a popsticle a lonely ice cream cube in its tray. While I picture my other companions under the the sun while enjoying a fresh scented day, dripping sweat. While I drip nothing but the thought of frozen. I chiver now, and they still roam around in shorts and shirts. I know I’m praying not to be frozen to death.
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