All apologies, well-built reader, but it has been intolerably hot here for days now, and I can no longer artfully cope. There is simply no way I can properly express myself in these inhuman conditions. It was a hundred and fuck for the third day in a row. Birds aren’t even flying. It’s sad. And the sky is just fucking devoid. No clouds. No birds. Just an empty canvas with an audience so boring that no deity can be bothered to do anything with it.
N.P.: “I’m in Heaven” – Andrew W.K.
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