Canadian and British Shows; the Illustration of a Bet Ending Bad.

Lids shut on a well behaved, classic, sunrise.

Nerves askew, balancing white winters and hand me down shoes.

Charisma dances. Winding me up for two minutes of buzzing and clicking.

Lieutenant Bullshit, the constant nightmare of comfort and regret,

Crushing ice with your eyeballs, gracefully sarcastically finite.