con·sid·er·a·tions

seems there's a barrier to consciousness into my mind, even in February

head colds + head cold medicine = ugh, even in February

Even in February, you can't find what you can't see, can you?

Of songs of Love & Hate, of Joy & Destitution ... even in February

NOw NOw NOw NOw NOw!!! from the Mutts manifesto ...

Clash seemed like a good word ... oddly, in February

Sky cries, the universe may be sad, soup hits the spot, even in February

Even in February, when it seems like Groundhog day all over again...