'Tis the season for deconstruction and rebirth with rebar 'Tis the time for me to create the word chauvimaniacal To drink more than my doctor wants but less than my audience deserves 'Tis a passing, flashing immolating infatuation toward progress through denial and other forms of self medication It's summer and I not-so-secretly ******* hate it.
I do, I really hate summer. I want my arctic vortex back.