Snow will fall and many footprints will be made only to dissipate.
Snow will cause many heavy pieces of metal to elope, revving, becoming--for an instant--one.
Snow will fall in front of a black wall. There is static on your television.
Snow may remind you of petals on a wet, lil', black bow-wow.
Snow may confuse and or encourage bizarre behavior in animals--especially those that have been domesticated.
Snow in conjunction with wind will soften corners and remind cosmopolitans of nature and her gift of entropy.
Snow upon silk may encourage cigarettes to be sparked and radiators to be bled.
Snow will be dealt with by the sanitation department; just as kitchen waste and broken glass are scooped up, so too the slush will be.
Snow will not prevent the rental of power tools nor the enjoyment of luxury cruises to the Caribbean.
Snow is always falling, infinite dandruff of the gods.
Snow slows the flow of a lowly bestowed woe-frozen toe.
Snow & the singularity, skynet; while the heating at the Mall of America keeps speed-walkers ecstatic in their frenzy. Overhead a jet leaves a vapor trail in it's wake.
Snow, a strata, impermanent, soon to be the proud owner of discarded containers and filth, keeping pace with the velocity of the demands of post-modern aestheticism.
Snow is light, makes wet the stone and sole.
Snow is not oil, it cannot be burned, however bankrupt and in need of a bail out it may be.
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