{"id":48012,"date":"2016-05-08T09:00:03","date_gmt":"2016-05-08T14:00:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.toiletovhell.com\/?p=48012"},"modified":"2016-05-08T08:14:50","modified_gmt":"2016-05-08T13:14:50","slug":"sunday-sesh-seasons-in-the-abyss-spring","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/toiletovhell.com\/sunday-sesh-seasons-in-the-abyss-spring\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunday Sesh: Seasons In The Abyss<\/i> (Spring)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Shit! Is that the time already?<\/p>\n

Ok, so now that the season is nearly over<\/del>\u00a0has well and truly begun, the time has arrived for us to continue your number 1 all-time favourite seasonally-based quarterly series that occurs exclusively on Sundays.<\/p>\n

So it has come to pass that Winter has wuntered and soon Summer will simmer, but for now you must deal with the Spring that has sprung. Whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean. Sometime last year I posited the notion that the seasons have an effect on my listening habits. This elicited a torrent of responses from you all. Some of you even agreed with me! Today we’re covering Spring.<\/p>\n

The sun reaches higher in the sky. The birds chirp. The snow (I’m led to believe that’s an actual thing that can happen…but I have my doubts<\/em>) you spent all winter perilously salting like an errant slug<\/a> thaws and follows its gentle course back downstream toward the ocean, swelling the rivers with hypersaline water until they become\u00a0so turgid with inorganic material they make even the most negligent of plastic surgeons cringe. People pretend to clean stuff. The time to covertly remove the Winter’s cadaver collection from your chest freezer has arrived, disguising their pungent smell under the stench of your neighbour’s ceaseless Springtime application of livestock faeces to ensure his lawn remains a “luscious green.”<\/p>\n