This is the ocean of steel you nagivate every day before class. When your school day is over you climb back into your oven adjusting the climate inside to taste and turning on your never-loud-enough stereo before heading out of the parking lot onto the backed up arteries that connect your classroom to your bedroom never pausing to appreciate the north east breeze at the top of a hill or sun setting to the west. I implore you to spend some time outside every day while, as a friend said, mighty spring whips it's flower wreathed cock out. Ride a bike, wave to a stranger, dance at a stop light; you're only young for like ten seconds. Enjoy it.
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