Micolus the Colossus

I can feel you, holy mother of all :D I can feel you filling the air with your luminous gift. I can sense the essence of life flowing around in the air. Granted there is still snow on the streets, and yes, the nights are still sub-z - but fuck it man, we're only a week away from Newyears and I doth be happi.

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Two severe surprises struck me as I got home, leaving the wet suburban streets behind me. It had been an agreeable day thus far and it seemed that the Friday had gotten a little and beautiful head start.  I woke up being exhausted from the fucking days of travel back and fro (Sk-Malmö-Lund and back). Furthermore I had had a virtue week in which none of the goods were consumed (The good way). After an hour of ranting, done by the Gore-Ahn on the subject of the two American penises that exploded over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Oskar met me to beaut.

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Running amok in the Boulogner - fucking spelling - and getting trapped in a badly situated toilet.

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Anyway, where was I... Surprises, yes! So when I got in, I was met by a sight of the Gods: A jacket! A green and awesome spring jacket! Compliments of the house :) -[ it wasn't needed though, and that's a minus, but I guess I could use some variation in my armor set. Then, when I happily picked up some coins on the table, my eyes rolled over to a big bowl of water with two gold fish swimming in it.

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Man, this is gonna be nice. Nice nice nice. Fine fine fine. Ok ok ok. dot dot dot