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Don't tell me what the weather will be, I want to experience life myself. I need that unknowable moment when you step outside and it hits you like a train. Let's stop talking about the snow and start rolling in it. I want to know even less about the future. I crave shock and awe and jaw-dropping reality. I don't want to see the sun on the television. I want it to slap me in the face in person. I don't care about the predicted animated snowflake. Let it surprise me. Seeing is not believing, I need to feel it. I want to taste that snowflake so raw, so real, so humanely cold that it will be grateful it landed on my skin.
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Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
Don't tell me what the weather will be.
Don't tell me what the weather will be, I want to experience life myself. I need that unknowable moment when you step outside and it hits you like a train. Let's stop talking about the snow and start rolling in it. I want to know even less about the future. I crave shock and awe and jaw-dropping reality. I don't want to see the sun on the television. I want it to slap me in the face in person. I don't care about the predicted animated snowflake. Let it surprise me. Seeing is not believing, I need to feel it. I want to taste that snowflake so raw, so real, so humanely cold that it will be grateful it landed on my skin.
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Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
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