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There is something special about this time of year Fall / Autumn.
The changing beauty in the landscape.
The coming of the holidays, most importantly "All Hallows Eve".
Maybe my favorite holiday. The NFL or Football season is in full force ( not that round ball stuff ).
All of this has me wondering, what is the favorite season for this eclectic group of individuals? And why????????
"An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why." - William Faulkner
Summer. At least when it's not too hot and humid. A nice bright winter afternoon is always better than some s**t summer of course.
But I like going to the beach, having a swim, playing beach-volleyball, showing off in my Borsalino hat and Police shades (those Italians have taste !), sunbathing, etc.
I'm so goth !
But in fact I like them all in their own right.
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I'd end this moment to be with you
Through morphic oceans I'd lay here with you
summer
and winter, if it was not so cold in wild vodking Russia
i like summer, because it is the only season, touched by the hand of master in his song
indeed
Mrs RicheyJames wrote:Well because I'm English and I talk all proper and that, I don't know what 'fall' is. However, Autumn is by far the bestest season IMO.
Aye----AUTUMN
‎"We will wear some very loud shirts. We will wear some very wrong trousers."
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
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And why???????? 
why 
love to feel the sun touch my skin me that warm feeling.
It sounds all jumpy iron spirally wobbly thingy to me 
