I love this life in winter time, there’s frost cakes in the carpet. In winter time I have no legs, two stumps of meat below me. A false snow fall could ruin my day, its mask hung from the street wire and winters love, where could she be? She’s warming in my pocket. Just a calm and modern day. Getting up early every morning. Rush to work then rush to bed, am I a better person? Evening, I wont give up the box is better said. I pulled the boy out of his box and made that boy a man.
