ravagedants.ravaged by saturnineguise
ants all over a dried fried dead frog. squished.
it smells of dust and humidity out there. dirty like trucks and pollution and screaming wheels burning at the ready, set, go!
its cold, here, cold like mockerys of the apparently apparent lack of water. wade on, wade on out, out there, there and tell me there aint no water. me, i dont care, i keep washing my hair, having my showers, washing my hands at every chance opportunity.
last time i checked they gave us a threatening letter demanding we use less, man i say i pay my damn taxes, who the hell do they think they are?
useless as it is i buy bottled water, each day a couple, each day an excuse to spend up a couple of bucks ($1.58 for you narks), for a few litres of laziness. wish i had a few litres of something else, wet more than just my teeth.
here, its all a lie, this weather. one day bleeding heat, the next thunderstorms and hailstorms and every other storm with fury all down at us. maybe one of those freak frog storms, could