Don't let the fire go out. Why? We'll fucking freeze to death, that's why. We? Oh, right. I.
I thought I should jot this down. It is a feeling, but maybe also the start of something literary. Large scale of impossibility with that as well though. We shall see at a later date when there is more time to wander around a key board with only one starting phrase that came from a minute feeling stuck up somewhere in the back of my mind/"heart". Blargh. Piss things are getting difficult for no reason. I hate this...you know when the future unfolds practically before your eyes and you really really really really fucking want to stop it but know that will inevitably make you a very bad person? Predictions are a bitch. Especially when you have already been right about ninety percent of the time. FML.












