the street ran green and yellow

it's a dark, rainy morning.  just the kind of day to wash away the blood of my enemy.  the blood of the beasts which for the past 2 weeks have been trying to kill me.  trying to strangle me out with every breathe i took.  making me weep useless tears in the slightest of breeze. making me choke on the air i find so precious for life.

okay maybe a bit too dramatic, but there are times when it seems the trees are our to get me with there pollen.  the genetic material of millions of more little trees which cause me to produce mucous by the gallon, cause my eyes to become bright pink and itchy, cause my lungs to cough and gasp for freshness.

let the streets be lined with pools of there unborn offspring.

sorry that was way too much.

happy spring. *sniff* *cough* *sniff*