thx florence y la maquina, for getting my hopes up. i was fervently and visually boarding for a complete summer no -show, thx to your song. it kept my hope alive. now its gone, further south than any, any, any delusion of a p-r utopia comes crashing into the cold concrete wall of systemic rot. i know i should be waxing poetic of the beauty of the solstice, blah blah blah but faced with the horrific glare of a too hot sun and the interminable hours of daylight, let's just say that i say no. no to sun. no to daylight. no to summer bbq's and sunscreen and cute sundresses that are overpriced. no. because of you, summer, i am forced by default back into my daylight avoiding habits, a la Spike and Angel.
Sigh! as the brilliant blue burns my corneas behind the shade of my hand as i run from the light, i implore the clouds to return to me, I, la peor de todas, your forgotten lover. i beseech thee.
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