"Mum, I don't like it out here
It's freezing cold
The breeze keeps caressing my clit
causing me goose bumps
The deluge comes with iced stones
Breaking my conjuration
Help me find a frith".
"Mum, I don't like here either
The sun is proud
Turning the land to a furnace
The heat boils my blood
And I'm no relation of the three hebrews".
"Mum, what about here
But the moon a wanderer
Tossing around
Like a restless child
throwing the land into total obscuration ".
"Mum, get me a better place
The pub will be better
In the snug
I love the coziness
All what I need is
Vivi euphoria".
#TheRadicalThespian
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