Sweltering and sheltering in nothing but my undergarments whilst the varmints flit around the room, or flies like their namesake.
It's too fucking hot.
My keyboard's sticky with each foul press, I wear a carton of juice like a snorkel.
It's just too fucking hot.
Obsidian shining tarmac that's fuzzy around it's meridian, and I open the windows before I realise in horror that I'm letting all the heat in.
It's still too fucking hot.
I need you to help me, and bring me a fan or at least move some air through my hometown. Bring anything else, and I'll write your parents a stern letter. I am only in my underwear because of the weather and your filthy ideas are reproachable.
It's much too fucking hot.
