feelin' frisky

Sometime when the seasons change I feel like my mood changes with it. During the winter I'd say that I am a hermit of sorts. A recluse. I thought my eyeballs were going to freeze and my testicles would retreat into my pelvis. But now that the warm weather has come I feel that they can once again hang at their natural position. The mood I find myself in when spring arrives is a spontaneous troublesome one. Like driving a 3,000 pound car twice the speed limit or flipping off yuppies and hipsters. Damn emo freaks. Damn skinny jean wearing wrist slitters. I'm afraid of myself when I get in these moods, cause one thing I'm good at is causin' havoc. Pussy on my mind.