You seem to be having fun with those flying newspapers wind

And just like that the roses have bloomed

Strange weather

Maybe it mirrors us

Maybe if we were less strange

Oh rude

The Sun is just so pretty today

頑張れ

You you

I’m just the world’s strangest cheerleader

Who is forever having an existential crisis

How others don’t it’s a mystery to me

I don’t think there’s exactly a need for me to be here

Blustery fellow asside

But there never really was a reason for cheerleaders anyways

Yeah?

Pointless me

Can we just all agree on not trying to blow down my house for a moment?

I’m surprised that chair is still sitting there

Across from me

As if some listening person were there

I now fully expect it to blow away

Things I acknowledge tend to do that

Oh fine then

I will listen to him

Spotify only played the first song for me to skip into the second

Three?

In a row?

Like not shuffled just bam bam bam

Well it is his day after all

A day to you and stuff

I will most emphatically be not shutting my mouth

So antagonistic these old ones

Though I get the screaming

Chill friend

You say the silliest thing you boarder crosser

You something linked to that one

The wind needs to make like his more recent stuff

You’re making the trees cry

Okay but it is preferable to hear you howling

Than those damn wind chimes

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