Weather getting colder. Skies getting darker. Drizzle. Rain. Snow. Time to bring out the wool sweaters. The leather boots. The parkas. Time for stews. Soups. Hot chocolate. Open fires. Whiskey. Rum. Cigars. Hot baths. Snug blankets. A brisk stroll. Crunchy leaves under amber lights. Time to get comfy. Time to hunker down.

It november de lids

The amber lights. The crunch of the auburn leaves. The vibrant orange pumpkins. Autumn is here, let's embrace it with clothing made from natural materials. Let's celebrate it with rustic homemade food. Let's get comfortable with roaring fires and warming spirits.

sat by the window, it's raining, I'm reading a book, got my laptop on, a glass of whisky has been poured. it's finally our time.

The wind is howling. It's raining heavy. I'm wrapped in a nice blanket. The ultimate clue has been gained.

Weather getting colder. Skies getting darker. Drizzle. Rain. Snow. Time to bring out the wool sweaters. The leather boots. The parkas. Time for stews. Soups. Hot chocolate. Open fires. Whiskey. Rum. Cigars. Hot baths. Snug blankets. A brisk stroll. Crunchy leaves under amber lights. Time to get comfy. Time to hunker down.

How come every English (or adjacent) major I've ever met is a mediocre writer?
Went to a poetry club and about 99% of people were English alumni. None of their shit incited anything in me, it was all fairly dull and predictable.
Best 2 poems of the night came from a 20 something software engineer and a retired doctor.

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I actually like these tech slop channels.