140: Leading with wise and cruel. Should I grow mad?
In sleep even a con anarchist gets immunity. 
Going wide, this is madness, better it were bad news washing
over time under preseason wraps. 

Snow this soon is a surprise.

(Didn’t know I’m a novice enthusiast, the manner of my pity.) 

Should I despair?
It’s snowing, nothing personal, wafting like foam over my awesome hamlet — 

Further out the world is blown up with descriptors peeling off like spiders hustling
always.