GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!!!. What the hell is wrong with all you? Here I am, reading a poem by Wordworth, about how much a boner he has for 19th century London that I am now thinking London is an eldritch THING that infected Wordsworth, and is subsequently to blame for how fucking terrible poetry is.
I got a fucking excuse. I have to deal with WICCANS in my RESERVE unit. HIGHSCHOOLERS in my college classes. Washintonians that seem to have NEVER EVER fucking driven in the rain.
OH NO POOR WIDDLY WELSHMAN IN SEAATLE!!!!
Look, I get it. Tuscon is hot, and full of perverts, and furries, and wiccans, and Portland has the Bridges, and trust me I know about bridges, they compel me to photograph them while driving on them at 50-70mph in what the fuck it is that Portland has for weather, and Providence....is Providence.
There is SHIT that is HERE in the Pugent Sound. Some days you can TASTE the eldritch abominations that occasionally eat a hipster or college kid, but then there are the days the SMELL is solid. Oh I know, that's just rain, or fog, or some other Liberal Conspiracy.
I KNOW the real reason THOSE PEOPLE DRIVING can't drive in the rain. It isn't really rain.
SO BE FUCKING GLAD I AM HERE FIGHTING FOR YOUR RIGHT TO NOT HAVE RAIN!!!!!!
OR KILL ME