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This cold is slicing through me.

Colder than usual, colder than it’s ever been.

Oh, fuck yes — I’m posting all the funny shit on the Stack and all the good vibes bullshit on Facebook.

Sure thing, man.

Sure fuckin thang.

Truth is, I don’t even feel bad vibes.

I am vibe-less.

I hate the word “vibes,” and I hate it even more because I’ve used it four times in this post.

When the cold finally melts away, spring hits, and everyone talks about new life and new beginnings, I fear I’ll want to spit in a lot of faces.

And I’ll try again when spring melts into summer; I promise I will.

However, when summer turns into fall — beautiful, glorious, all-the-colors-of-the-wind fall, and all the dark in my soul usually changes to gold, red, and orange, I think I might just be a puddle on the street.

And all that will be left are the reflections of what I might have been or should’ve been. You might see red, orange, and yellow reflected if you peer down into that puddle. And you might even think of me. But I won’t be there.

❤️ — GC