Childish, oh shit, last time I checked I was still a kid.

Childish, childish, this all freaks me out a bit.

Childish, oh shit, how can I parent when I'm still a kid?

Childish, oh shit.

Who the hell decided I was ready to this?

Well, spring sprung, and then it sprung back, and now it's just sort of loitering in the shadows.

We had a taste, a sweet, sweet taste of spring.

But now it's just crazy April.

Spring is lurking like someone at a party who wants to break into the conversation but is nervous to do so. And therefore, the longer they stand there, the more

awkward it becomes because it's like, are you green light or red light? Like, what are you doing?

And by the way, I always was that person.

Yeah, spring is in its head right now.

It's thinking, it needs, it needs the, some Eckhart Toll, seen some power of now.

Needs to get grounded.

May's going to ground it.

May takes April and it fucking calms it down. Gets it does.

It's like, um, it's like calendar Xanax. Well, you remember April showers bring May flowers.

I do. And I also remember in like a lion out like a lamb. I also remember. That's March, I think.

Oh, that's right. In like a lion out like a lamb. I also remember... That's March, I think. Oh, that's right. In like a lion out like a lamb. Yeah. And April is the cruelest month, literary. People say that? T.S. Eliot. It's from the wasteland. T.S. Eliot. April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of something or other. You want to get depressed.

Read that fucking book.

Jesus.

I just read a book.

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