it's soul cold my frontal lobe froze and my breath dropped like dense cloud lode and ice crystals growed in my nose. i could not think and had to ride the bike with ice-brain. we got to the corner and mister stopped cold as it were and looked at me earnestly, his breath white puffs, and i said you wanna go to the park? and he looked at me utterly stilled like a photograph developing and i said you wanna go home and he started running. 
i get home quick with a pack full of random bargain produce and see on the blog i had 365 views yesterday a recent record like the cold index but what does it mean? i see some traffic source was 299 of that supposedly and i look and it's a site devoted to camel toes in yoga tights. oh the world is soul strange kids. you might like camel toes and shadows, but don't try to guess what numbers really mean.